shoulder to shoulder.
you always sit close, camouflaged
bare skin emboldened
by white cotton
shirt sleeves. yes I feel your heat
right down to the elbow.
winch it all forward:
my eyes chin hips
knees feet, my hands
yet every edge tilts right
does anybody notice this
delicate heeling? to you. do you?
how much is in balance.
without moving, my lips
rehearse all the things
people say to each other
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
shoulder to shoulder.
you always sit close, camouflaged
bare skin emboldened
by white cotton
shirt sleeves. yes I feel your heat
right down to the elbow.
winch it all forward:
my eyes chin hips
knees feet, my hands
yet every edge tilts right
does anybody notice this
delicate heeling? to you. do you?
how much is in balance.
without moving, my lips
rehearse all the things
people say to each other
