TERESA & I
Susanna Demelas
For Teresa of Avila, 1515-1582
When I sprawl across linen sheets,
with half-shut eyes and a reddened face
Teresa often appears to me: a slouched
apparition, tranquil at my bedside
She presents herself as a lover, gazing;
as she bathes in aurous lamp-light.
Amidst the heat, her fingers unclasp
shifting from her chin, to across my back:
an arch rises atop the mattress, as her nails
turn to arrows on my spine –
Sharp sweeps of master precision,
make me writhe and begin to exhale.
Hearing me, her eyes transform
blazing white as she witnesses
pure feeling – yet unspoiled by crude hands
or passions (of man, artist, voyeur)
She smiles as I twist myself into
the picture of her own pleasure.
Turning inwards, her mouth greets
my ear, stirring me with her groans –
a sweet, guttural contralto, unrestrained
by lips clogged with mindless grit and marble;
I adore my body while it breathes life
into her hardened lungs.
As our clamour eases, we collapse
– together – in the centre of my bed, forming
a final strange embrace. Cooling lips
press my forehead, bruising me with the kiss
which will remain on me, as she fades
and I lie still.
Susanna Demelas. Originally from Inverclyde, Susanna is a writer and literature student based in Edinburgh. She has poetry and non-fiction published in Interpret, Disobedient, Women's Republic and more. At the moment, Susanna is focused on writing about human relationships, art and the natural world from a feminist perspective.