i waited for You,
like trees through winter for spring.
i won’t let You go ~
i’m west of adam, somewhere far off
on an Italo dancefloor, our shirts wet or off
glitter in Your hair
but You’re the glitter of my eye
and i want to dance here in the middle with You
as much as i long to press secret with You
in a car or a cubicle
where vultures don’t hunt.
and i cling to the visions of Your chest heaving softly
when i roll from Your hips
moonlight on my lips
softly with nothing soft about You
smoking with fever hot about You
leather white and denim about You
because You are the cause and my love the effect…
walking the streets with You tucked in my wallet,
her name is gina, she’s from new york, we talk on the phone every night.
a cigarette in my mouth, Your lighter warm by my lips
and i’m breathing smoke i believe to be sweet as Your kiss
Jackson is a Meanjin based non-binary poet at the tail end of their writing degree and is making the most of their time on the ScratchThat team before they move beyond the veil. You can find more work from them on the ScratchThat website, in QUT Glass Issue #11, or on their instagram account @deku.of.dune