ALEX DIMITROV

Lush

I couldn't tell if it was you
or the man in the painting

standing beside me—
but I followed someone

down the narrow corridor
which opened to a room:

a gold field—emotional
in luster, like waves are.

And somewhere between feeling,
we disappeared

into that brightness—
and needed no word

to tell of our grief.






Alex Dimitrov is the founder of Wilde Boys, a queer poetry salon in New York City. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in the Kenyon Review, Yale Review, Boston Review, New York Quarterly, Best New Poets 2009, and other journals. He works at the Academy of American Poets and frequently writes for Poets & Writers magazine. You can find him online at www.alexdimitrov.blogspot.com (adimitrov@gm.slc.edu)



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