Transference
Nadine El-Enany
Tea cup cradled in your palm
small boat bobbing
on the folds of your skirt
Each time you cross
your legs, your fingers
clutch its stern.
Resting an elbow
on your knee, you make
a rock for the bow to kiss.
Leaning, falling
strands of hair, sheets
of rain fill the hull.
I want to be small enough
to live in the sea globe of your lap,
held up like half the sky
First published in Issue #29
Nadine El-Enany’s poetry has appeared in Butcher’s Dog, Magma, Propel Magazine, 14 Magazine and Fourteen Poems.