Poem About Being in My Body

Heart-1.jpg by Plismo

When I decided I’d written enough about

my body, I already had old waffle skin,

a loosely wrapped and scarred birthday suit I loved

but rarely showed—
even swimming fully clothed.

Jaws in action are my favorite body parts;

and mine I still jut out, determined as a rock

someone can stand upon. Yours, I love to watch talk

and chew unlocked,
so confident, unblocked.

Hands are my second favorite for expression.

Yours dance as you speak, shaping ideas in the air,

while I hide my chewed, bleeding and clenched fingers,

fists buried deep
in pockets of secrets I keep.

I’m oddly shy about the best, what I replay

from days of hands and jaws setting our souls on fire

inside our skin through moist caress, our love leading

to unity
that still provides immunity.

It’s this power that bids me sit today and write,

bent small and wrinkled at my keyboard window seat:

We carry knowledge, body-borne, that our lifespan

is merely part
of the great purpose of the heart.

For Sumana's prompt

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Poetry about the Body

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