Alone & in Love
These days dig in their heels, refuse,
stubborn their teeth, drag themselves
These days are sand bags tied
to my arms, legs, and torso.
I cannot get up off the couch.
The house stills itself without you
every noise becomes an intruder
broken glass a door unlocked at night.
These sheets and blankets tangle
around me like thick rope
to tie me up or hang me from the ceiling.
This quiet house is solitary confinement
without your voice to silence my soul
to stop my nail-biting hands
to heal my tender cuticles,
my nervous body needs your body,
I want you here so I can remember
how your warmth lets my body settle
into yours like a nesting bowl,
how your hands gather mine
to touch and kiss them,
how your lips mend my body whole.
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