Body & Mind

When you first go to bed with someone,

There’s a tiny fear their machinery will function

In a new and terrifying way

You won’t recognize.

An irrational fear, sure.

You go to bed anyway,

Hoping your language of love is translatable.

Up until this point,

Not a word has gone missing,

Been lost.

Yours was a meeting of minds,

Like Plato and Artistotle.

You remove the minds,

No school of Athens.

Only bodies.

A column of you and a column of me.

Our hair Corinthian flowers, our toes Ionic loops.

Body, meet body.

See what happens.

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