Bodies (answering E. E. Cummings)

He said
"I like my body when it is with your body -
I imagine that the friction between two skins
could ignite the world
like a match against flint
and tinder. "
I like my body when it is with his body -
fresh and new, he
reads my skin like the blind,
read braille, scars, and stretch marks,
lines upon which he writes me sonnets.
Skin soft, expectations rough,
this thin skin, masquerading as tough.
These bodies, intimate under the cover of moonlight.
We share secrets that sit in the dark corners
of attics, our antics, we
curl around ourselves like cursive,
bent and distorted, we are like beams of light.
These arms no longer feel like my own,
these legs
yearn to flex around his waist,
and mine enclosed within his hands.
I like my body when it is with your body,
as musical as the wind whistling through canyons.
Me, wrapped in your arms
is the greatest present.

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