Kissed Knees Before He Leaves

A Poem

My Photo

He kisses my knees before he leaves
how I crawl on tile floor

let my kneecaps pray
to the unforgiving hardness

beneath them
and stretch my body

like a mountain
no one could surmount but him.

When his body moves
to the rhythm we hear

hollow sections of bones
we follow like birds

with wings
too stunted to fly

but too beautiful
not to shake.

I make a temple
and invite him inside

its hallways
how I squeeze him

like a hug
feel the rhythm

of his breath and mine
falls in pace with his.

Every space we occupy
we stretch out lazy breaths.

He treats my skin
sacred papers

papyrus made
delicate divinity drawn