Monday, June 22, 2020

You live on my lips, my love,
parting them when you dance
and tucked in at bedtime,
all pillows and soft cotton.

You live in my belly, my love,
pulling apart the world
so I can use it to grow,
settling and stoking my flame.

You live in my knees, my love,
greasing my way, easing
the blow of each step as it
reaches forward in the dark.

You live in my little toes, my love,
holding me centered and hiding
behind sandal straps, silently
supporting my unfurling spine.

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week