Sharon's Poem by Corey Mesler

Over the fence

Sharon and I kissed.

She wore only a swimsuit.

Her body was

an immaculate animal.

We thought the night hid

us: we both had other

mates. On good nights,

the fence came down.

On good nights,

in the pool, in a car,

we rubbed the shiny off

each other. Sharon

belongs to the past now,

like the crucifixion.

I still think about her because

the mind wants that.

The memories are as warm as

the blush of the moon,

in the deep blue swallowing night.