hips, abdomen, diaphragm
are you sure my feet go
here?
heels tucked and toes wrapped
around your waist?
palms, forearm, wrist
grasp tightly if you can
so salty slick from
the hours of constant touching
lunge
lift
through the pulse in your belly
drumming through my arches
screaming down my calves
thighs back shoulders
and up up up up up into your hands
an airplane
though i remain grounded
from this new weight of
you
*I may take this down, I don't know how I feel about it yet. There's bits that I like. Needs refining. Like everything these days.
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