in
in dreams, my body
tells me things
i study you
my
my body feels so inadequate
so very
loved, yet
still so inadequate for this
in dreams
my body tells me things
my body tells
me in dreams
of things
my body is always primal
body
to hide pain or joy
or even joyful pain
or pleasure
body
tell me things
things
told to me
by my body
i have not entered the room
where
we devoured each other.
where our
bodies feasted upon each other
with desire,
and hunger.
light enters
and casts shadows
that shift across the floor.
a gentle breeze, soft as breath,
stirs up echoes.
i hear faint sounds
that are almost voices,
almost words,
almost memories.
the scent of skin
soft light falls gently
across an arched
body
that shifts
beneath my touch
The season has come around again.
At this time of year,
It holds memories
of transformation.
I remember it was
When the hummingbirds left,
when they began their
Great Migration.
The air changed a little each day,
growing just a little cooler,
a little
cooler.
Before the hummingbirds left,
they returned,
Their wings a blur of motion.
“Give us the skins
you’ve shed,
the pasts
with no place here and now!”
they said.
We took off our skins and
layers of ourselves,
all the fragile surfaces
that took our breath,
that hid our eyes.
Then we let a stillness come.
A sense of calm where we could say,
“This is how I will remember you!”
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