FALL INTO PLACE
by Sarah Law
You love the way my hair falls
over your bones, your prone body, how
I choose to cover you with words
so close to your own. From here
I can’t imagine why we ever worried,
even the span of my hand, small
compared with yours, fits to your plan.
I write you down in barely perceptible
whispers, just so I know you exist;
you look for patterns that promise us
an ultimate alignment. It’s so crystal clear,
the night sky’s X-ray. Bright with symmetry.
I can’t expose myself to this often;
I’d end up broken, on the floor,
like a cutting waiting to be swept
clean of its own implications. Tether me
to this quiet language. This one prophecy.
(“Fall into place” was originally published in Signals Magazine and is reprinted here today with permission from the poet.)
Sarah Law is a lecturer in Creative Writing and English Literature at London Metropolitan University. She has four poetry collections, the latest of which, Ascension Notes, was published by Shearsman in 2009. She also has a collection of poems in the 2010 Bloodaxe anthology Identity Parade. Her interests include language, gender, spirituality and whatever crosses her horizon.
Editor’s Note: I love the dance between poetry, language, sex, the body, and relationship inherent in this poem. That while hair falls over bones (an image so accessible), the poet chooses to cover her lover with words. That after hands are compared (another image conjured with ease), the poet writes her lover down. That her fear is physical – to end up as scraps on the floor to be swept away, and her solution is to be tethered to language, while, perhaps, implying a desire to be bound physically to the object of her affections.