My next partner will know that:
My gasp is church time –
How words strung together
To this right here [touch eyes]
[touch hips with your fingers turned into the creases of your pelvis]
Yes, in that order.
Then touch other places if you’d like. Wherever you feel elegy.
Did you do it?
When my breath slows to slip through bowed lips
When I groan, sigh, chew skin, get quiet, squint deep
Can you feel when I’m on fire?
Do you get
That I’m full of poetry?
Partner, I ask
You whisper words in my ear after
Moving poems into me: