Poems

___ said ___ is not staying, ___ left hand still warm from the soft of ___ back___ caressed to contour ___ beauty, to cup ___ desire.___ hand brushes ___ to the sideBlood scurries from ___ crutch, rises to the region of the brainthat snaps ___ to flight:a fountain pen to record,a typewriter to draft, a…

we feel so attached to our bodies…