for Zenobia Frost
base notes of black plum and aniseed


late summer


cherry / her warm hand


making gestures


inside me / how much

cannot be returned


to us 
when everything is split


into the before    /    after
traces of me come out


in the wash

between your knowing


fingers the damp


wholegrain fullness


of asking more


heart notes bloom


how much of this


is the body signalling


too much /
top notes of acetone


the overture


of fibreglass resin


your suburban street


slowly vaporising 

/
will we only have had this


lying in wake shedding


the scent of our skin
*This poem appears in Rebecca’s forthcoming collection The Future Folds Out Beneath You

with University of Queensland Press in 2020