I have poured it heady, vintage wines
and frivolous, bubbly new ones.
I have wet my lips with chamomile
and tried out different poses.
I have kept to my side of the bed—
at first—then flung my limbs all over.
O Stubborn Lover. Nightly, I lie
chasing stillness to seduce you—though,
we both know it: what drives me wild
is your racy, mad refusal.
|—||Susan Barbour. Film still by Nathaniel Dorsky. The Paris Review|