your body perfect
not for its fact, or form–
but because it’s yours
your body perfect
not for its fact, or form–
but because it’s yours
something less like life
and more like this, the richness
of your soft brown skin
*
more like heartache, less
like heartbreak, the depths of which
i’d die to venture in
*
something more like soul
and less like woe, something i will
only hope to know
*
it wasn’t fair or
kind or nice or sweet, but it
was love, actually
my body rises
to meet you, trembling like
stardust before moon
*
my body moves forth
to greet you, grappling for
your earthly body
*
my body carries
desire for you in it
struggle, will, the way
I will remember
the smell of your hair, softer
than anything else
*
I will linger on
the feeling of your body
bone meets flesh meets skin
*
I will think about
the way your hands bear against
me and mine (like wine)
still heart, warm body
breathing softly, breath like
your countenance (still)
*
sweet breath, still body
waking spirit, heart like
your interior (sweet)
*
brave soul, sweet body
gazing eyes, stare like
your true vision (brave)
i want to linger
alongside you a little
more, and longer, still
*
i want to linger
here (in your calm and quiet)
still a little long
*
i want to linger
there (in your heart and body)
a little more now
*
i want to linger
everywhere (in you and me)
a little longer
the smell of your skin
the ocean on a clear day
warm, fresh, unending
*
the work of your life
the seashore at long sunset
full, rich, embracing
*
the strength of your soul
the water after a storm
calm, sweet, abiding
*
maybe love is not
like they told you, but instead
the sound of your heart
*
maybe life is not
like they told us, but instead
the sound of my love
*
maybe death is not
like they told us, but instead
the sounds of our lives