It’s National Poetry Month #NPM22 and the theme is #intimacy, which also happens to be my personal Word of the Year! This is a playful new poem a friend suggested fits the theme. So would Sex is a French crepe and Hexagram 63: Water Over Fire.
5 minutes in a carwash thinking about love
mystery foam on glass creamy daydream silence before first rinse palm on my neck still me before a kiss wheel blaster rocks the chassis electric shudder through feet, legs, hips knees fall open for your lips robot arm pumps blue, pink, yellow streams wet birthday confetti skin has fingers hold me steady air driers bluster i plunge through into winter light lungs collapse stay the night black wheels glisten shimmering shell salt-crusted streets bodies dream unwind the sheets