Monday, July 9, 2012

An Education



I want to learn the language your body speaks,
Whispered by your hips as you move,
Decode the ciphers between your sighs.

I have learned the angle of your slouch,
The spread of your fingers
And the coil of your curls.
There is a science to you I have not yet learned.

I have learned the contours of your face
The locations of your moles
The longitude and latitude of your dimples
The length and breadth of your smile
Better than I ever learned geography.

Maybe I’d map those contours of your face
(Which I’ve already committed to memory)
but I can’t.
To recreate the brownness of your skin
is more motivation than three years of art
Ever were.

Writing commits you to memory.

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