Peep Show

Setareh Ebrahimi

 

I put my hand up his top
like he were a teenage girl.
The reveal is sweeter
for happening slowly,
in patches, in the mind.
The spotlight’s limited,
the curtain twitches,
teasing, my hand up his back.
I know the abstract
individual pieces of him,
assembled in thought.
Now I feel fauna, scrub,
something to run through.
The silence separating touches
is water eroding
synapses between sensuality,
concrete making them
impossible to traverse.
Give me skin to dry
and wear like leather,
like a murderer.
The new loving is not loving,
not fucking, not subjecting
the other to the self.
At some point love skipped
the middle man
and started feeling like heartbreak.

 

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Setareh Ebrahimi is a poet living and working in Kent. She regularly performs poetry in Kent, and has co-hosted and organised three poetry events. She has published poetry numerous times in journals such as Brittle Star, Confluence and Carillion, to name a few. She hopes to publish a pamphlet of poetry, entitled "In My Arms", within the coming year. Setareh is also a muti-media visual artist and photographer. She graduated from her Masters in English and American Literature from The University of Kent in 2016.