i
become
my own
midnight hymn
fingers
learning
the soft language
of ache
& the room
holds its breath
while i
unbutton
loneliness
slow as rain
down a window
my body:
a wild thing
curling
toward flame
there are moons
hidden beneath skin
i touch them
one by
trembling
one
until pleasure
spills open
like shattered stars
inside my ribs
& afterward
i lie there
quietly blooming
as if
for one impossible second
i had finally
held
all of myself