I felt my body sigh like a flower opening into the sun
it was always like this whenever you touched me
my body may be dirty but my mouth is a clean mouth
and your forehead, an expansion of veins
your forehead, like a map of train lines
our legs over lapping like train lines
on a map
My god. This is gorgeous. Evocative. Hopeful, yet I feel a little sad, a little maudlin as I read it.
Thank you, Joyce.