COLETTE MAITLAND
In a flash,
droplets festoon
the hairline,
creeks appear
in those nooks
behind the ears,
feeding the shallow
pond between
the collar bones
And that space,
right there, between
the breasts, where moist
heat escapes like steam
from a bag of popcorn —
crevice, crevasse, cleavage?
Never mind.
Kneecaps can sweat,
so do the tops of feet —
all while he snores
next to me, quilt yanked
up to his chin!
My doctor says it
could go on for years
Jesus, I wish I were a man.