Muscle Poems

I saddle each earthquake

My mind lives by far reaching

In the world’s merry-go-round

In Heaven’s see saw

You whisper kisses beneath your speaking

 

If a goddess could rise up into the air

That raging figure in his mind

Walking along her wisps

Like a garden of tea and flowers

Entwined.

 

Biceps moving cherry blossoms

For an embrace

—the force he uses—

 

He feels underemployed

Yet still,

I whisper to him the privilege

I have of knowing what he’s never enjoyed.

 

You need to be touched in the heart

To actually fall in love?

His touch was sore like a rough salt rub

What turned was the night

Of feeding grapes and suckling plums

To press lightly with the thumb

The force he uses

 

Lightning is a force of

Only seconds away.

He has the wrong body

For my heart.

It’s unsafe.

earthquakes pulse

with lightning this way.

 

He says,

Years of yearning and feeling

Can’t matter a damn thing

Until it’s true.

Damn thing is the force he uses.

It can’t matter a damn thing til it’s true.