Golondrina

being undressed

 

 

The art of dressing.

The art of undressing.

The art of being undressed;

 

not by a person, it is more a state that follows an action.

 

Let your hands travel the ridges, follow them and then hold onto your ledges.

These are the cliffs that will carry us.

 

Something old with a new gaze;

 

Like the dunes that your hills of hips have newly acquired.

That a lover says is their favourite part.

 

                  hips are for hands too, ours and our lovers

 

 

See it with feeling and without function;

 

Lie long and then twist,

notice as skin pulls tight.

Stretch and stand with a chin to the sky.

 

                  ephemeral imprints left behind

 

 

A vessel to reflect the blessings and never the curse;

 

Tense fists become splayed palms,

hunched necks roll up into pillars.

Breathing into the push pull.

The fallen lash that offers a wish.

 

                  a foreign flower limp

 

 

dressing, undressing, undressed.