Pencil In the Obvious by Amanda Auchter

Draw me a doorway—

        one brass knob, one keyhole
        that never locks

with you on one side
(which side?)

Knock & I will find you.

Draw me a seduction—

        fingers bloom into
        champagne bottles,

popped cork,
rim of glass,
lipstick stain.

Draw me an hour—

        a clock that never lies,
        red silent couch, nervous shoe.

Pencil in the obvious metaphors:

        blurred vision, puckered mouth,
        hand waving goodbye.

Draw me a diagram of us—

        the approximate location
        of our bodies, a red X to dig for

the landmine of our voices.