and I lie in bed with mine,
our bodies entangling as we read
books—this kind of mingling
is what the philosophers were getting
at, though for the sake of modesty
the mind usurped the flesh.
She reads a passage to me
from her book—I read her a passage
from mine and, somehow,
we squeeze against each other even more.
‘The night is veiled in various colors
in celebration’ I write in my head,
jotting it down in the morning—
chilly, yellow bled and beautiful.
~ Tim Suermondt
Tim Suermondt is the author of two full-length collections: Trying To Help The Elephant Man Dance (The Backwaters Press, 2007 ) and Just Beautiful from New York Quarterly Books, 2010. He has published poems in Poetry, The Georgia Review, Blackbird, Able Muse, Prairie Schooner, PANK, Bellevue Literary Review and Stand Magazine (U.K.) and has poems forthcoming in Gargoyle, Lunch Ticket and Zymbol, among others. He lives in Brooklyn with his wife, the poet Pui Ying Wong.
Artwork: “Dragon Flies” by Sonja Dimovska