1/2/2018 0 Comments Poetry by Courtney LeBlanc2am knows all my secrets – how I wake and look at the clock, knowing sleep is over for me, how he reaches out and pulls me close, as if he could pull me into his dream. I wonder how long this will last – the insomnia, this relationship. I curl into him, my body an ampersand to his. I lay cocooned by him till the alarm I don’t need begins to blare. The next morning he comments on how little I sleep. He wants me to fall into dreams the way he does, his whole body relaxing into darkness. I try but each night I fail and each night he reaches for me, plants kisses on my skin, holds me so even if I can’t sleep, I can’t help but think maybe, maybe this could last. Horoscope You will meet an attractive stranger. By the end of the night you will know the feel of his muscled arms around you. By morning you will savor the taste of his name in your mouth, you will gulp him down like your morning coffee. You will embark upon a foolish affair but will call it fate. You will try to exist in the fantasy of his arms. It will not last. You will juggle it longer than you should. You will break hearts and end up broken. You will look for a sign but will not find one. This is your sign, this is your warning. You will ignore it but you cannot outrun it. You will try, but you don’t believe in horoscopes anyway. Afloat We lay heaving, sweat still sticking to our salty skin. Our breath slows and I begin dragging my nails lightly across his back – sometimes tracing the tattoos that swirl across his shoulders and cascade down his spine, sometimes writing messages he will never decipher. We sleep curled together, his body forming a question mark around me, all the things he hasn’t asked blanketing us. This island is our sanctuary, the only place we exist. I draw maps on his skin, write love letters the tide will wash away. We are not safe in our cathedral of sand but still we worship one another here, oblivious to the relentlessly crashing waves. Eventually I’ll leave, fly above the blue quilt of water and return to dry land. He’ll stay behind, my tears mixing with ocean, holding him afloat. Bio: Courtney LeBlanc is the author of the chapbooks All in the Family (Bottlecap Press) and The Violence Within (Flutter Press) and is an MFA candidate at Queens University of Charlotte. Her poetry is published or forthcoming in Public Pool, Rising Phoenix Review, The Legendary, Germ Magazine, Glass, Brain Mill Press, and others. She loves nail polish, wine, and tattoos. Read her blog at www.wordperv.com, follow her on twitter: @wordperv, or find her on facebook: www.facebook.com/poetry.CourtneyLeBlanc.
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