February 19, 2019by Dami Ajayi

Tuesday Poem by Carl Terver

Confessions To Two Lovers & things felt in-between

i.

(for Zipporah)

 

I come to you like Nicodemus asking,

what do I do

to be born again in you?

the rheum have left my eyes,

I have washed in the pool

& it is only your face I remember

ii.

(after Vanessa)

 

The taste of music is sour here

& I have lost appetite for it.

they told me that I will enjoy

the lights of the city

but now I am having urban frostbite

from cata–tone

& neon blizzards