Being your body

I want to be the legs you walk on- to take you in the right direction.

I want to be your warm leather eyes to show the beauty in the world, then the eyelashes to protect you from its dangers.

I want to be your pair of dark washed out cherry lips… for nothing more than just to truly feel and taste them to their fullest.

I want to be your swirling curly hair so I can connect to your head, to truly understand you.

Be the ears on your head to disclose these true words of love.

Be the caramel skin that hugs you tightly and protects you from damage.

The fingers to hands that give strength to always keep a grasp on the things and people you love.

That bad habit of the nails that you bite at…

The bridge of your nose to hold up beautiful frames.

The tongue you peek out at me when we fool around.

Your smile… the one that resurrects us.

But the connection of bodies rot every time in passing.

Eyes trying so hard to not chainhook- knowing both will be ensnared back into each other.

My beautiful indirect perception that teases…

That narcissist being latched onto you- keeps us dormant.

Remembering what his body and heart told me, they loved me.

Giving both the universe and yourself time.

But cannot wait forever to have this body aching for you to awaken me again.