Body-to-body, we fold together;
I press my hipbones against yours,
against you, who are the nerves in my palm,
the ache in my knees, taste on my tongue,
the grass in my toes and sand in my teeth,
the color green, and a wheelbarrow
the color of molasses. You, a sparrow
on a windowsill. A cat with a sparrow
in its mouth. Your texture
reminds me of my own. Alone,
I am an hourglass.
Together we are the hands of a clock,
going nowhere but around.
Kris, I enjoyed the imagery in this piece. It essentially "sucks you in" with the first line: "Body-to-body, we fold together" the overall context is intimate and personalized. The transition of "sparrow" was interesting as well, as it goes from being personification to an object. I'd say you did a great job of "showing" instead of telling. My favorite lines were the last two: "Alone,I am an hourglass
ReplyDeleteTogether we are the hands of a clock". An hour glass is so slow and drab but when you think of a clock, it has those two hands that are essentially team players, they may not be on the same schedule but they eventually meet up.