Smithereens Press Chapbooks The Sea Path by Ciarán O'Rourke | Page 34

and naked rumple
of the furniture
has come to match
the pallor
of the sun on skin,
and the flounce
of sweat-black hair
above your ear
grows clear,
as if suggesting
what shade and stocking
on your outstretched foot
conceal –
your shadow spaces,
lush still, and secreted,
for all H[ܛ