Hilary Biehl
The Literary Tryst
Dressed in the glossy jacket of a book
of poetry, I walked unrecognized
down busy streets, for no one cared to look
beyond the lettering of my disguise.
My jacket flashed; the panels of my skirt
all fluttered like a fragrant page turned over.
A grinning vagrant looked up from the dirt
in which he sat and winked. He knew my lover
waited for me in a quiet room filled
with sunbeams, lying bare between clean sheets
of paper. And he knew how the world stilled
when two minds touched; for living on the streets
had chilled most pleasures, and he too had found
felicity where meaning marries sound.
Bio
Hilary Biehl's poems and short fiction have appeared in Permafrost, Phantom Drift, Abyss & Apex, Liminality, The Lyric and elsewhere. She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.