Suzanne in a Forest Green Dress

 
“The relativities of life and death belong to the cosmic dream. Behold your dreamless body.”
–Sant Kirpal Singh
 
In the kitchen Suzanne is
cutting peppers. She fills
her floor-length dress
the way sound
fills a shell. I approach
from the rear,
my lips finding that space:
coffee hair breached
to bare neck.
Her body opens, then mine.
In other rooms people wait
for us. Some of them
know us and some of them
think we are the
stuff of dreams. Suzanne turns
toward me. Her face is like
that moment right before you fall.
Suzanne turns toward me for-
ever. Everything happens
again and again and again, amen.

 
 
 

Corey Mesler has published six novels, three books of short stories, and over a dozen chapbooks of poetry and prose. He has been published in numerous journals and anthologies includeing The Esquire/Narrative4 Project and Good Poems, American Places (Viking Press, 2011). With his wife, he runs Burke’s Bookstore in Memphis, TN, one of the country’s oldest independent bookstores. He can be found at www.coreymesler.wordpress.com