By slug
Date: 26 September 2000

Ribbon

Ribbon
(9-26-2000)

A single ribbon tangles around us, 
                             and your hands don’t work too hard to untie it. 
                   (Of course, neither do mine)
                  and we’re caught, 
                                your palms to my flesh, 
                                       pulling each other closer until 
              we’re afraid to melt into each other. 

I want to press into you 
I want to impress myself on you. 
I want to impress you. 
I want you to memorize every curve and every freckle, 
I want to know your creases and your shadows. 
I want to feel the heat (coming off of you and into me) in me.

This feeling...(this is what it’s like to be a woman. )
               Is erotic
                       Sensuous,
Leaving the air charged with something heavy and light and unnamed…
Something that is acknowledged in heavy sighs and sideways glances.
And the drifting hand across my back, 
                                      across skin like velvet, and

                                     I want you 
                                    (to use me up)