ARM
Your fingertips are velvet crushes
touching light-sparks muffled in my throat
pads softy through the wilderness
approaching my native desire
Your palm is the place I drink from
rest my cheek in
hold to my breast
Thinly covered wristbones enclose
Cabala heartstrings
singing quiet rivers
THAT YOUR ARM HAS HELD OTHERS
THAT YOUR ARM HAS HELD TEARS
THAT YOUR ARM HAS RESTED AROUND YOUR MOTHER
I measure around all surfaces
Around your blood
Around the sounds
Your arm is a sword slicing the air with one tone. Your hasty restless limb
is certain
Doubt has no home.
I do not doubt you ever were anything but mine.
You rested in a spring field, your head on an elbow...Later, when
I walked up behind you and saw the thick green grass smear...pulled
your arm back up and made a meal of the stain with my mouth..taking in
all your taste. A broad smile crossed your personal threshold.
Your biceps are my possession
Men owe them to each woman
A sturdy shield from all that is wrong
The anchor, the eagle, the dove
often written there: its pledge.
I absorb this time with you but we are not alone.
Sitting beside you on a veranda
This large porch swing..sheltered from a light spring rain
The air's richness almost a drink for the lungs
SHE THINKS AGAIN OF THE ARM:
Not quite silent is the sound of motion when I take your left arm in mine
Embraced inside mine is where your palm rests up on my lap. I am easily
Transported through betweens with your touch.
Exalted. My head falls back against the cushion. Your body is warm and comforting
No, we are not alone. You see something out there, out through the rain. I wonder...
Still though wrapped in against me is your limb. My hands reach down for your fingertips.
And mine run down the back of your hand. My other hand nestles a warm hello down into
your palm. I am very still there just making motions that kindle your blood.
I form my hands to circle your wrist. A pressing bracelet enclosing your arm.
I feel the tender underside that is so soft. I am almost part of your body now. What
remains separating us? Air. Thought. Flesh.
Encasing your arm with my hands I smoothe a slide up toward your armpit...my fingers feel
inside. I lift your arm enough so I am able to smell you. My hand is closed and round.
Push slowly into earth and moisture. I ask you to lift your arm. You bend back your
elbow.....resting your hand on the nape. I turn my head to your silky hairs..smelling.
Smells from millions' years of sex...a powerful route leading me into a male universe.
I have fallen into your chest........lost to earths' every thing.
Unguided by conscious effort my arm levitates...rises up to meet your arm. I stroke, feel
your skin, pull your arm down. Lips take all of you into me any way I can. Taste and retrace
everywhere I can imagine........not stopping........
I think it was quiet after the rain and there might have been another glorious sunset.
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