And You Carry Me
i cannot stand the brush of a hand in accidental touch
i move and arch away from the contact of a stranger
i am a shadow of evasion and
a dervish of space and room
the lines of my world have always been sharp and clear
but you
make me see in
smudged charcoal
and you are the hum and burn in the swirled center of my palms
and you
make me want to burrow, and hide in the curve of your neck
wrap myself into the nooks and crannies of you and
bury myself in the hollow at the back of your left shoulder blade
beneath the smoothness of bone and the spring of sinew
i will wind myself, spiral through your bloodstream
and dart to the air between your fingers
linger there, fill your spaces with my spaces
so you can carry me with you
wherever you go