The Poetry of Katy
            Acheson


            


            at our future table

            
you walked in on our conversation

            over tea and berries and leonard cohen dreams

            
overly, you stalked the subject

            demanding the dream to shift keys

            
a hand on my lap revoked sensitivity

            to harsh piano-ed callouses on soft skin

            
to win me you whispered softly

            and asked me softer, to spend the night in my bed

            
a denial or a hope or a simple fantasy

            played out for an unpopulated audience of three

            
the tremor rose in my affection

            and a breakthrough at our table

            
a toast to the near future

            and the songs of weathered men

            

            
You can read more from Katy at her site.