Show me your face
as it was when we were
plural as one.
Make me feel
you remain after
you are gone.
Pour your gaze into
the infant glass
I was. All
eyes and tongue,
I come seeking one.
Claim me once
more: release
my fist, a closed peony
opening for the sun.
Silk my inner skin
slip softly in. Don't
wait. Begin.
To mark National Poetry Month, Globe Arts is publishing original new poems throughout the month of April.
Eleanor Chai's first book, Standing Water, was just published by FSG. She is the co-editor of the forthcoming Efforts of Affection: The Complete Correspondence between Elizabeth Bishop and Marianne Moore.