Spring 2010, Volume 8

Poetry by P.A. Levy

Mothed Skin

bastard wind
                   howling anger in search of a friend
and you say           i’m glad we storm kissed        i’m glad we’re tempest
                                     because you are my breath                    that i can
flood                                                                                                            around you
                                                                                 in a colourless sea
                                           you say            drown in me


and i can feel your skin breathe
                              as the red eyed
                                         night butterflies
                                                    stare in through the window    where we
    around each other in
            the artificial daytime                     of mood lighting
                  inhaling the pours of the grain of each other
             exhaling sighs                exhaling sap              exhaling promises of
and you say            those bead eyed dead leaves                       crave glow
                                             flutter autumn       become indistinguishable
                                                     from leaves without breath
lost                             separated from the arms that fed them life
                                                                                              by the


and we both know one day we will be                                                                                    breathless—


BIO: Born East London but now residing amongst the hedge mumblers of rural Suffolk, P.A.Levy has been published in many magazines, both on line and in print, from ‘A cappella Zoo’ to ‘Zygote In My Coffee’ and many stations in-between. He is also a founding member of the Clueless Collective and can be found loitering on page corners and wearing hoodies at www.cluelesscollective.co.uk