{"id":103009,"date":"2021-06-27T08:55:33","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:55:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=103009"},"modified":"2021-06-27T08:55:33","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:55:33","slug":"hour-24-part-two-the-only-time-im-home-is-with-your-hands-on-my-hips-descending","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-24-part-two-the-only-time-im-home-is-with-your-hands-on-my-hips-descending\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 24 – Part Two: The Only Time I\u2019m Home is With Your Hands On My Hips, Descending"},"content":{"rendered":"

Part Two: The Only Time I\u2019m Home is With Your Hands On My Hips, Descending<\/b><\/h3>\n

 <\/p>\n

I typically live at the centerfold of misery,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

some semblance of my mind stapling the pages of my body\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

to the rest of these articles of dissociation.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet, at your touch, this body is a home again<\/span><\/p>\n

for every portion of me that quakes and thunders,<\/span><\/p>\n

withdrawing all reason to run from the sound.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Your fingers trace bone, nails trailing with brutal beauty\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

simply a moment in their wake and the tension\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

brings my skeleton once more to tremble\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

at the altar of your home, too. This palace of flesh\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

both parallel and perpendicular to mine as we collide.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Darling, my darling, what happens when our houses\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

are one? When they are transferred through\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

the rhythm that you beat into my thighs?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Will I still know my own? Or is your touch the only key<\/span><\/p>\n

to the threshold of this being? No matter. I beckon you.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Open. <\/span><\/p>\n

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