zugzwang
“Nobody in my mind, nobody in my mind//I feel it in my heart tonight.”
Yellow shorts and silk hair ties, we stand
thigh to thigh with feet spread. Sweat;
those salty kisses falling to the wooden
floor. I find small bits of popped corn in
the corners of the room with your dark
curly hair. I lost my favorite sunglasses in
the melee of hiking bags. Peaks and valleys,
she says, and I discovered my heart in the
space between your lips. Without a language
we understand each other better in each
gesture- trying harder to surface something
from the movement. Thigh to thigh, legs a little
spread. I stand on my tiptoes and cannot reach
the lamp and you hit it with no strain. My nose
touches your ribs and I like how your hand feels
around my waist. We have a conversation in French
though neither of us speak it. Our first dance I felt
love though you said that first and I followed. What
does it matter if we cannot banter? With our arms
above our heads, stretching, I see so much more of
YOU than I ever could with my mouth open.
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