Insusurration (a love story for poets)
He read Mark Strand poems into my phone. Masculine firmness mouthing each word. Susurrus of certain phrases.
Listening, couplets tangled my hair. Stanzas vibrated my limbs. Entire poems enfolded my body.
A season of love in metred details.
In the Autumn, the elegy, and words peeled away, leaving me stunned in the silence.