The Edges of Desire

Dear Us,

The light shifts &

dancing shadows

have unexpected

nostalgic edges.

-

Edge dwelling

is a skill, as all things are,

& we, the flesh of us,

do it exceptionally well.

-

Blotted memories

like coffee spilt

on old carpets.

Edges undefined.

-

Bruised skin remains

where your words

landed with

calculated brutality.

-

What is this ache

between coming and

going. An edge of

suffering in forgetting?

-

Sincerely yours,

Us split in two

Stevi-Lee Alver is an Australian writer and tattoo artist. She lives in the middle of Brazil with her wife. She loves bush walks and waterfalls but misses the ocean.