yes, more

in pleasure
we revert to the new language
of toddlers
yes
no
again
stop
play
mine
share
yes
more
yes
more

at our most
vulnerable we are laid naked
bodies wanting what Bodies
want
learning new tongues around
new words and touching tactile
fingertips and
Lips

I take this practice to my writing
throw off my jacket
unclasp my mother’s necklace from my neck
slide my socks off my wide feet
and set my correspondent hands to the keys
play
I ask myself what feels good and where to stop
a line
an idea
what it feels like to start over
blind and gummy
nipply in the cold air
naked as the day I was born

practice resurrection
Even at this we will fail
first
again
again
half alive and newly new
we are poor advocates for our bodies
for our desire
quiet voice and quivering
We do not yet know the language yet of love
of Self
so again
we must come
again we must come
into the world in a state of fresh panic
surprised by our aliveness
surprised by the cold of our palms
the warmth of our one beating heart
yours
the practice of desire

yes
more
yes
more