Beneath her skin

Photo: Ramona Aristide - Michelle de rose Photography 

Beneath her skin-kinships-ships

Still     so much

            Stillness. layers of s i l e n c e

building up. 

bees  buzzing

collect honey from the b l o o d

 

Beneath her skin

war words swords.

 

In the mirror, two fluid bodies

     collide and calibrate

ebbing in the distance

      of her eyes ice eyes

on and  o f f.

 

We are bodies changing position

        like floating letters- anagrams of flesh

 

I listen to her smell, as it falls and lingers

on her flesh, for a while.

 

While peeling the pulpy orange

squeezing a sticky juice and

nails carving a poem in her skin.

 

I could stretch the w o r d s  like l e g s

      Wanderlust between the corals

into the depths of her ocean.

 

a seabed that pulsates, dilated and retractile tactile walls 

  

 

Beneath her skin it emerges

          an apocalyptic scream

filling the space between arteries

           between w o r d s.

 

And everything stops.

          Slices of silence cut like bread.

 

 

Beneath the skin - sensors to guide me outside

fingers sliding to the exit- touches that stay

building a palimpsest out of her body.