Beyerden
Tonight I sleep in the flowers
beside two rabbits. Tonight
I sleep under a sign in the stars
that I’ll dream is you. Here
in this town they don’t believe
in magic even when I spread
my hands in gentle flame—
they’re not looking, they’re looking
at my face, my skin, my shape
in dust, dusk. They see
an apparition, perhaps,
though I reserve that word
for a softer strength: petals
in fingers; eyes taking in the night
star by star; how you,
my constellation, last pressed
your forehead to mine.
T. Dallas Saylor (he/they) is a PhD candidate at Florida State University and holds an MFA from the University of Houston. His work meditates on the body, especially gender and sexuality, against physical, spiritual, and digital landscapes. He lives in Houston, TX. He is on Twitter: @dallas_saylor.