Emily Gambrill

Michelangelo found David
beneath the stone, stopped
carving when he hit
skin.

the answers are within,
the gloves are fingerless
(to type).

we are laughing on the couches,
buried between cushions
stuck 
in the meta-depths of bagel.

you tell me about David,
how he was trapped,
all 5.1 metres of sexy
renaissance.

we are contemplative,
high art reborn
into sinking sofas.

we are two hands reaching,
Adam on the ceiling.

the gloves are fingerless
(to touch).