Step by step the nights
taste from weeds salted down
though even shorelines
decay, taking hold between
the dirt and one last look as dew
half marshland, half within reach
where her breasts are forever water
and from this darkness
the thirst you use for mist
and bitterness, surrounded by rocks
and in your throat her lips
saying things, ordinary things.
About Simon Perchik
Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, Forge, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker, and elsewhere. His most recent collection is The Osiris Poems, published by boxofchalk (2017). For more information, including free e-books and his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities,” please visit his website at www.simonperchik.com. To view one of his interviews please follow this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSK774rtfx8.
