Body Worship
Psalm: Body Worship
Gently,
he kisses the sloping half-moons of her thighs,
the long, even grade of her small hips,
the soft, dark bird of her pelvis,
the open, glassy sea of her stomach,
the pale, upturned questions of her breasts,
the timid, breakable mountains of her shoulders,
the outstretched, weightless arms,
the sweaty, slack hands holding not even herself,
the rising sleeve of clouds that is her neck,
the soft, sharp chin,
the parted, familiar lips,
the cold, easing brow,
the halo of tousled hair,
all the places his knuckles landed.
From the collection “We Call This Thing Between Us Love”
What a punchline. Ouch.