Scrub

I’ve shed my old form in place of a new one,
the unseen residue falling away in unnerving patches of dead cells.
My bather has wonderfully strong arms,
she rubs away at years of turmoil,
back and forth she goes like an ox,
her motions dedicated and effective.
My naked body is a palette for life.
One day it will decay into the earth,
it will lose its poetic silkiness,
it will no longer bring others forth.
Yet now it’s warm to the touch,
soft like a gust of dandelions,
full and beautiful to behold.
I want to make love in this new skin,
I want to be kissed everywhere,
I want to revel in my softness,
in this revelatory appreciation of my mortality.
I want to be told the moon is mine for a night,
to be read Neruda till dawn,
to live in this hallucination.
Come with me I whisper sweetly.
You’ll never fly back down.

Tangent

Oh but where did I go wrong
to fall so willingly into the sticky cushion of a sunflower’s florets
in the midnight of the day
where I smell the salt of the sea flooding my lungs
there is no one I know anymore
these people have run far beyond the world
and I take a ride on the carousel a few times
the tune is too loud
there is not enough chatter as no one is here
but things are still as pretty as I remember
maybe this time I ought to join them
and see what the fuss is about.

RTH

Songs:
Punch Brothers – How to Grow a Woman from the Ground
Queen – Made in Heaven