Kneading My Skin

My heart flutters

as if giving birth

to butterfly wings.

 

Hearing her voice,

her words,

soft and soothing

as if drips of warm water

kneading my skin.

 

I stay in my seat

listening only listening,

allowing a pool to form.

 

And as the last drops fall,

I know I could drown tonight

and be happy.

 

Reviews

[Leah Simone]

This poem made me notice all my senses -to become aware and allow my body to remember what it means to be mesmerized by another - their voice, how my skin tingles, the way my lips become more sensitive dreaming of their kiss, and how my eyes obsess about their face even when they are nowhere near. I liked this poem for its soft romance, but mostly I liked this poem for the way it rekindled emotions in me - emotions I had allowed to be pushed aside.

I always enjoy reading your work and admire how you can keep the language simple and the meaning layered and complex.