Coming together it is easier to work after our bodies meet paper and pen neither care nor profit whether we write or not but as your body moves under my hands charged and waiting we cut the leash you create me against your thighs hilly with images moving through our word countries my body writes into your flesh the poem you make of me.
Touching you I catch midnight as moon fires set in my throat I love you flesh into blossom I made you and take you made into me.
“And there is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body of a woman I love.”—Lorde, Audre. "Uses of the Erotic: The erotic as Power."Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches. Freedom, CA: Crossing Press, 1984. 53-59.