drift

I’d like to stay a while in the pre-verbal hours
of a promisingly prurient morning, when
slow smiles and eyelashes
were sufficient communication and the call of a mourning
dove provided punctuation
to a conversation
initiated
by the curve of shoulder, encouraged
by the shape of shadow lingering just below
your collar bone, and caught
in the sound our breath made
as we gradually
came awake.

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In response to the Beauty aisle in Target.

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as if

beauty is a quantifiable commodity
to be purchased with the swift swipe of a debit card
and the word applies only to female bodies, where
everything’s a problem, but wait-
there’s a solution

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hate yourself, erase yourself
scrape yourself raw
you can
paint yourself, fake
yourself remake yourself

a mask.

Inventory

You notice
each part of me separately
and as a whole,
naming, in the process, my
insecurities
and dissolving them
with your careful reverence. I know
I am beautiful
whether you are in the room or not,
yet I feel my body glow
wherever your eyes fall.
And I know I am strong,
carrying the burdens
of the day with relative ease, but
my muscles quiver in
anticipation of their increasing proximity
to your lips. When our eyes
find each other in
a room rowdy with bodies
and noise, it is desire
that makes me smile and
look away, but later, when I step
into your arms,
it is your passion,
steeped in tenderness, that draws me that much
closer.