by Ben Nardolilli
The limbs of the fertile city spring out
And blossom and rub,
Fingers keep moving along lovers’ backs
To make pretend explorations,
Though they know every vertebra there,
In other rooms, mouths open to share
Breaths when there is nothing more to say,
I look for a cool abode of bricks
To abide by and find a little night to hold
In the shadow of this bright day,
A relief for me because the night is a fine time
To be an isolate untouched and alone.
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Ben Nardolilli currently lives in Arlington, Virginia. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, One Ghana One Voice, Caper Literary Journal, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, Grey Sparrow Journal, Pear Noir, Rabbit Catastrophe Review, and Yes Poetry. His chapbook Common Symptoms of an Enduring Chill Explained, has been published by Folded Word Press. He maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish his first novel.