sapphic pindaric # 25862

D. is arrested by the thought that she may actually have feelings for S.
The physical ache, the mental pang, the emotional turmoil, the spiritual confusion interrupt her toilette.
She may pause mid-stroke of a hairbrush, painting of face, or daubing of unguent


Dark Stage
D. sits at her vanity, alone,
Starting-and-stopping with her toilette, paused by unexpected and powerful realizations
She finishes, stands, and exits
Dark Stage


I like my body when it's with your body.
quite such a new thing, each time, again and again
nerves jumping from prickled skin, enjoining
in the aether
solid as the temple, from your arching limbs
i hang like ripe fruit, ready to pick, steeping
in the feverèd afternoon sun, it seems
I like the confident strength of your body
even as it verges on losing control,
searing my soul, parting with such sweet sorrow
my flesh
                   seeing me
at that moment, present and pre-occupied,
knowing as not ever having known before
the ephemerous eternal me / you / us
I like myself after, free for just that moment
of the surly bonds of corporeality,
of no touch, no sight, no sound, no scent, no taste,
no mind,
                   no memory, no knowledge,
no encumbrance of any kind, just being,
so that when my senses return there will be
the surreptitious surprise of you, so new



David E. Matthews

David E. Matthews lives in New England. He is saddened by the direction of events, but more perplexed that things are not worse than, or better than, they actually are, if what people believe is true. He has become suspicious - not to say paranoid - of people who seem positive of what is real, and true. The reverberations and resonances of literature is all that sustains him. In this last year, his VISPO was awarded 2nd place in the Sonic Boom 2023 VISPO competition, and 3 pieces were included in the 2023 Jornadade Poesia Visual exhibition in Brazil.


Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Sunday, October 16, 2022 - 22:13