The sum of my years has been spent knowing your body
and learning the puzzle of how we fit
and connect into each other.
The plane of your flank flush with my arm.
My face flat against your belly like a memory foam pillow.
The sweep of your back meeting the convex of my front.
My nose settling into the crevice behind your ear.
My hand like a snug mitt over the swell of your breast.
The small of your back is home to my palm.
Your bent knees are an arrow; a sign to tessellate.
The single curve of your sleeping form is a light font emboldened when joined by mine.
My tongue pays the coin slot of your sex.
Your spine is a harpsichord for my playing fingers.
My hands are combs for your hair.
Four ankles knot like yarn.
Each hand a frame for your shoulder blade.
Your collarbone, the place we collect rainwater.
My cheek, a cushion for your sternum.
The undulating basin at the end of your throat is where my tongue goes to drink.
The dimples at the end of your back are the beginnings of my end; I rest my forehead quietly in surrender.
Eyelashes woven into a pattern of interlocks.
Fingers laced like new brogues.
Your lips clasping mine.
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Hi Luna, hashir07 here (from twitter). Just need your attention for 7 secs… i set up a blog, few days back. Just some poetry n all….would really appreciate your input…thanks…! Yea i understand you are really busy, but i would really appreciate a feedback from you…just read a few poems…it wont take a minute. Cheers!
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