Your footsteps to the table light as flour,
I could watch you all evening licking
butter off your lips, eyes a bed of dill.
When we sit to eat, I find new things
to love about your body, like discovering
mushrooms in a forest. We chew slowly.
These glass nights, we want to remember
them all. I have started building a house
between your teeth. We cover it in sour
cream. Then you bite and say: let us just
be these unmemorable times. Peeling
potatoes, braiding dough, a fire burning.
And I can say impossible in your tongue
but tonight I’m pretending not to know.
Luís Costa (he/they) is the author of two dying lovers holding a cat (fourteen publishing, 2023). His poems have been published in Queerlings, Stone of Madness, Roi Fainéant, Visual Verse, Anthropocene, Fahmidan, the anthology He/She/They/Us (Macmillan, 2024), and elsewhere. Luís is one of the founding editors of the poetry magazine Seaford Review. He holds a PhD from Goldsmiths, lives in London, but you can find him on social media @captainiberia.