The Suit The Suit

She said take it off slowly so I can Master when it begins; I want to watch How you work button by button through   Each skillful undertaking and so he moved As if to include her but she would not touch Or help with jacket or tie, determined   To solve from where he comes and also To learn the color of how he can disappear Into the sea of more and more   Black. She is tired of thinking Further. This time everything off until the firmament Shows up. Upon which she puts down the compass   Of her body to lie along the pressed Cloth and slip into all that dark material Each arm, wrist against each cuff to see how   It is done.

Mar 14, 2012 / Books & the Arts / Sophie Cabot Black