1st Draft/Margins


I want to slip into the curve of your back, my fingertips dance along the ridge of your spine as I count each vertebra in my own language, unreeling like an anchor while your hand moves to deeply inside me that I lose my center. my mind sees calculus behind its lids. I will rest here, unsteady: I don’t know my direction most days. But you smile in a way I have never known before, and …

I’d originally written “& I want only you. Not in the sense that nothing else matters, but that in wanting you because you bring me everything” (13 Aug. 2015), then later jotted down that this was “too didactic.”

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