My Body A Poem

It started like a hum, First just a note, then two or three
--A melody flowing.
Your pin along the surface of my black body,
Each curve, each point
Even the spaces between the words,
Were me.
Each word,
A mirror,
A definition of myself
That you drew.

I felt your touch,
The heat of your breath on my skin,
A palpable thing.
Your tongue
On the tip of my breast's darkened peak,
Not just hands stretched across my smooth surface.
Your fingers pressed into my flesh.
You felt muscle.
You felt weakness.
You feel me
And you squeeze,
A needed pain.

How did you know?

Within the lines of your poem,
I unfurled.
My soul extended.
My blood expanded.
My extremities stretched.
Unhooded and aching,
I came,
Loosening myself
Between your metered rhymes
And alliterations.
You know me
And I cannot hide.

I sing.
I dance,
My hips swaying,
My core gliding against yours.
You know my sorrow.
You bring my smile.
You stroke my sex.
And, I am yours,
A free thing to be given.
I offer myself upon your alter.
I am already burning.

How did you know
That I needed your words,
That I am your sounds,
That my body
Is your poem?
Perhaps,
You did not.
And, may never know
That I am now and forever
At your mercy.
If your poem is a part of you,
Then you are now a part of me.
On this page,
We are one.

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