Aleksandra Lane



We open.
I keep pressing my nights against you, soaking the oils
and dirt to preserve only the thinnest image of you –
– this moment between young and old.
We crease.
We fold.



The armchair of your seated body
is a rose blooming on wooden floorboards
and I slowly back into it. Springs
of your tensed up muscles support me
as I go to sleep thinking
there is comfort in body alone.

When I wake up I will have two spines
one growing straight out of my pelvis
the other branching like a fruit tree
around your plump pear heart.



Aleksandra Lane lives in Melbourne. Her poems have been published in two poetry collections in Serbia and in Side Stream in New Zealand. She is an IT business analyst by day and at night she studies creative writing as a graduate student at Massey University (New Zealand).