She dips her head to
write to me
makes me wait for her
words,
teaches me that less
can mean more.
This body is a mystery
I wanna learn the
places with my lips where
tight muscles become
loose
and my knowledge of
women, of able-bodies
simply
does not apply
She is different. We are different. Our bodies speak a
strange CP language
where jumps, tension, startles
mean keep going, you are doing it so right
She says live in the
now,
pretend like we don’t
know any better.
We are all wanting and
adventure.
We are bodies of
knowledge for each other.
Read me.
dip your head, tell me
what you see.
tell me to let go
tell me
tell me
tell me
But worry drums in the
back of my mind
grows
we are entering a space
amplified by shame
hidden
just under our skins
My feelings slip and
slide until it is unfair
sometimes I am full of
shared sinew and muscle calling out for her echo
others I am curled up
in bed crying fool you have been hurt before.
This body remembers
I am all battered and
bruised heart today,
memories of lovers
footfalls fading away.
They are grounding stones of heart-ache
saying turn back
turn back
before it’s too late
So I let her go
I tell her I can’t, I’m unsure
and brake the cord of sinews that pull us
tight
together
She dips her head
from my view
clicks stop
vanishes
gone
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