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