the comfort of routine
inevitable inertia
bodies at rest
mere tendency
not destiny
the comfort of routine
inevitable inertia
bodies at rest
mere tendency
not destiny
her golden skin in evening light,
sun-drenched and waiting to be touched
and reassured of what is right;
this tender moment won’t be rushed
we are bound by slender filaments
straining with separation
that is the word we use
to convey that something
has caused an emotional response