Guest Poet Series: Day 4– Genevieve Michaels

Palace

It was when she barely knew him
When she found him closed as a shell
When they lay on the sofa
In the spare room in the moonlight
After everyone else was asleep and he said
I feel like I’m floating
Perfectly relaxed
She drew lines on him with her fingers,
Like a monk combing sand in a zen
Garden and she knew,
Although they could not say it yet
That they would be lovers

——–

genevieve

Genevieve Michaels is a freelance writer, double major in Creative Writing/Art History at the University of British Columbia and gallery worker.  Find out more:

https://genevievemichaels.contently.com/

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