Body Language/Now

 

In the dark

of the wakeful night

black and thick

as the three AM sea

above the balcony window

stillness and silence crest

 

Waves and breath 

rise and fall

in the way

that light and dark trade time

 

First mine

Then his

Mine

Then his

 

My skin

takes notice of the silky sheets

against my calf

the sharp wrinkle they make

under my right thigh

the pillow

cushioning the left side of my neck

more than the right

the weight of the quilted cover

against my body

His hand

My thigh

His hand

My weathered creases

 

Caress is too insignificant a word

 

Bodies and eyes adjust

beneath the moon’s aureole

that illuminates his face

crevices and lines

come into soft relief

cool shafts of light

cast shadows over his mocha skin

that seems lit from within

 

His fingers

My areola

His skin

My hand

His inner thigh

 

The familiar becomes new again