by Kay Renz

it was the easy way he lived in body
that spoke to her
the space he let her hold in coming
            (small gestures, language eyes)
the nesting place he made
in arm’s curve knee bend
that she could fold herself into
the penetrating push pull
come close withdraw come
               (and come again into-me-into-you-parrying)
into shared
               and separate spaces
it was the way she could sometimes feel blood
surge inside his skin breathe the same breath
watch cartwheels turn through his eyes
it was all these small invitations
bade her come
come on in

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