semantics

they were just two categories in search of criteria
bumping into one another repeatedly
on a windblown pebble beach
shoulders brushing, bodies leaning to and fro, a struggle
to hear each other
over the sound of inevitability
unconcerned, content, preoccupied with the sun in their eyes
they forgot to watch the tide
until it had curled itself around
their words and swept their meaning out
to sea, leaving only the look in her eye, the angle of his head
a lack of denial
as good as consent.

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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.

when it comes right down to it

hesitate.

that’s all it takes

for me

to think that you’re afraid;

unable to articulate

what it is that holds you back,

unwilling to admit, perhaps, that

timing

is a bitch and

now

is simply not the moment-

for no good reason other than

this

is not sustainable and I

am not retainable

on such a fucking meager

ration of your

love.

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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.