"Her eyes came to me saying, I trust you" Poetry, the liquid words that flow and dance on the tongue. The way my hands flow and dance on her skin, no engine grease today. And a woman, writer from earth that was who knows me or knows enough to not make any difference. Beneath me (us) Serenity hums content in her dreams, asleep now that the one who wakes her is alone with me; occupied. There is a parabola in the arch of her back; a dance in the movement of her arms and between us around us within us the universe; all the stars in all the heavens. And the third woman in bed with us, in my head whispering. So I speak the words out loud, "breasts to breasts we arc a leaping." And she who is not me but is so close leans back, just a little "yeah," she breathes, understanding (I, for once, understood). "Home," I say, and I touch, and she smiles; radiant, radiating.
*All quotes are Dionne Brand, a poet I'm sure River would have loved.
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Poetry, the liquid words that flow and dance on the tongue. The way my hands flow and dance on her skin, no engine grease today. And a woman, writer from earth that was who knows me or knows enough to not make any difference. Beneath me (us) Serenity hums content in her dreams, asleep now that the one who wakes her is alone with me; occupied. There is a parabola in the arch of her back; a dance in the movement of her arms and between us around us within us the universe; all the stars in all the heavens. And the third woman in bed with us, in my head whispering. So I speak the words out loud,
"breasts to breasts we arc a leaping."
And she who is not me but is so close leans back, just a little "yeah," she breathes, understanding (I, for once, understood).
"Home," I say, and I touch, and she smiles; radiant, radiating.
*All quotes are Dionne Brand, a poet I'm sure River would have loved.