every morning at 9 am,
i wrap my hand around her
skinny denim thigh
preparing myself for what will
come next
today i notice how loud our lungs
heave. our breathing
a pattern of its own,
complete synchronicity
new partners in a familiar dance
we are always in experiment
gliding, sidestepping,
mixing new techniques with old maneuvers
we continue to wrestle
pelvis fighting cotton
spine confronting buckle, body resisting
the assimilation that comes with wearing clothes.
finally we are victorious
i thank her, curious if she sees how poetic
our caregiving
routines can be

You’re writing so much and so well at the moment.XD
sanabituranima
18 Oct 09 at 6:05 AM
thank you!!
cripchick
18 Oct 09 at 9:34 AM
[...] 3. This poem. [...]
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18 Oct 09 at 11:33 AM
You are a phenomenal writer, never stop the scribbling, no matter if its on fast-food napkins or wherever it is. :)
DaisyDeadhead
21 Oct 09 at 6:52 AM
thank you daisy. so many voices of doubt it is good to hear encouragement.
cripchick
25 Oct 09 at 1:53 PM