The perfection of the joint
Jul 29, 2021
I came over there.
I lowered your leg.
I stretched them on the bed.
I was making my way over your body
and then I laid down on you
to realized why I was there:
that was my place.
Inside the perfection of the joint of our bodies.
The more I stretching on you, the more I felt I was where I was: here and now.
The heart beating,
so familiar to mine.
The recess of your arm welcoming me like a uterus
that is protecting fetus crescendo.
I felt safe.
I said to myself: I belong here.
This is why I continue to stay with you.
Despite the silence, not-tailored gifts, titanic blasts,
I still continue to be with you.
You fill my void.
You fulfill me.
