MY MIND KNOWS HER BODY WELL

This white crown—
this ivory bowl—
this kingdom of life
that drags my heart along
with coursing strings—
whispered to itself:
“She is the one
whose nape conforms to your palm—
whose bottom lip fits in your mouth—
whose hips welcome your fingers.
Carry her with you well.”

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