i have already traversed techniques
of bearing witness
to your beautiful womanliness
better. bounce. back
before i become your blessed broken woman
based on bending
each other's hearts
begin. no. back. pause. reflect
on her hand manufacturing birth
to this
quiet. wild. love science
this
confused. creative probing
as we practice collective conversation
our energies exchange experience willingly
we linger in the living room
embarrassed and i don't know why
embarrassed and i don't know why
war became the accidental symbol of our dancing
to slow listening
of anatomies discovering what it cares about most
this natural noise
hides the shame
of i making the "other choice" and them never approving
to dance
between her doorways
loving.
her crumbling staircases.
she crumbles for me. (hear that.)
the glory of God sleeps between the sheets
flung around her universe
melt. right here
move. right here.
live your life. here
in my "otherness". the nation
of enthusiastic democracies
of giving and taking. loving and making.
love.
love. the indentured patriotic
to the erotic.
and still we linger
embarrassed and i don';t know why.
embarrassed and i don't know why.
why?