“Agnes Bernauer proclaims her love” by Stefanie Kirby
Agnes Bernauer proclaims her love
You dreamt me last night, a shape whispering
curves and the soft cool left by drowning
lips. Where I spoke truth with my lover's
tongue curled around the shallows of waves
or the nape of rippling sand below, light falls
in shafts fingered by flotsam
in the somber veil of rising murk. Air escapes
glass-green on round feet, surface bound —
my amen whittled to shallowing gasps.
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