you move like a planet
the curve of your limbs in orbit
against the cold combustion of space—
worming through the thickglow
of the mustard sky,
back sucked ribbon-like into fists
I want to change the nature of motion
un-fill a space to swallow
that paper-lantern glow,
fill myself like an aquarium
a blind riot
of wetbright color—
hold you in
as goblinesque scales silvering
under my shivering glasslight,
like the moon—
a dead thing, or
the silence of a dead thing
pooling an underside of light
catching your breath
in its teeth
Garrett De Temple received his MFA from Manhattanville College in 2014. His work has appeared in Chronogram Magazine, The Manhattanville Review, and Ground Fresh Thursday Press. In his free time, he enjoys writing brief and unilluminating bios.