Body is a strange Thing
There is nothing to love more than citrus zest on my skin
gleaming in the sun
Feeling sticky sweet
I lick you off and taste the bitter underneath and I remember,
why you are mine and I yours
Because even here with this orange, exposed, skin peeled back
Swollen, plump, fruit underneath
This is what brought me home. Alone, young wanderer,
my days on the road.
A banjo, I can not play and a dog that does not obey
I am brought here.
I was brought here
My handwriting is not worthy of historical documentation
But we continue to turn the pages
You ask me to be your wife
and I’m taken a back.
How could You be so selfish?
When our Brothers and Sisters don’t share the same luxury.
And Yes, this is more important than love, because blood runs thicker than water and we begin to wander.
I was brought here.