MEDIAL CLEFT

She ,like blue
,comes over a cuttlefish of
darker bedsheets &
fine crease Baltic sea,

to ease a month of round the
lips & philtrum. If the
gaze does fall, does
rise from the bottom of
cheap sparkling wine,

then atop a bit open
, easily marked & the sight of
Saheli crayon’d her thigh
spits dinner & remarks
the whole
month of September
to one over two.

If I forget one
moment a little caught
off -guard the emotion, then
it resounds

in eyes
& philtrum her
that purse

to finally against the pale
of our finest night,
leap,
fill smiles
& catch cold from winter’s open window.