A Post-Valentine’s Day Post

My love undoes me
Laces, buttons, ribbon, hair pin
We roam a field of sheets,
a room of longing
My hair is the river he traverses
Lost where there is no finding
Lost where there is only a traveling
I am his body’s cartographer
My lips make and remake trails
The roads are sinuous and ancient as trees

My love removes me
Shoes, stockings, earrings, watch
Time is the gold of late afternoon,
thick as molasses and slow in its seeping
A bed of unwinding, a pillow of forgetfulness
Lost where there is no untangling
Lost where there is only an intertwining
I am his heart’s metronome
My touch sings and unsings songs
I am his; a melody unraveled, a chord undone.

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