it would be nice

it would be nice
after Frank O’Hara

it would be nice
to be sat here, having a beer with you.
the sun is splurging orange over the sky, and the
horizon is doing that thing where it blurs
so that you can’t tell where sea starts and sky stops.
I can hear the rushing seething heaving of the waves
as they smack and slurp at the shore,
sand-speckled pebbles whispering in a language
that you can’t quite understand –
but also, you can?
because my heart pumps with the rhythms of these
tides –
salt water seaweed in the depths of me.
and I think you can see that?
and I think maybe, for the first time in a while
I feel myself unfurling.
and I think maybe, for the first time in a while
that might be okay?
but I need you to lean into this,
to lose yourself in my landscapes,
or at least to look up at the crescent moon with me as I
curl into your luminous warm soft,
blackberry bruises on my thighs
blooming as I kiss the milky way speckle of your clavicle.
anyway.
it’s now dusk.
there’s a velvet hush falling, and the boundaries between
bleed through & into each other.
I think these are the spaces that you and me could be.
anyway.
it would be nice
to be sat here, having a beer with you.

Alice is a dramaturg, script supervisor, poet and performer. As a script writer, reader and supervisor, she has worked with Theatre503, Finborough Theatre, Katzpace, The Delta Collective and Big Broad Productions, and has performed her spoken word/poetry at venues including Watford Palace Theatre and Finborough Arms. She is collaborating with The Actor’s Box on performance-poetry workshops, devising a performance on queerness and liminality, and studying for her MA at Goldsmiths.