Tryst Poetry by PJ Nights

all arms and legs

With your touch
                               I’m ageless
all legs and arms, fingers and toes,
a composite of what I was

          a child on the beach, legs all
          the way to my shoulders,
          I dart back and forth from land to sea.
          Arms work the pail, move oceans
          into a brown-sugar tunnel to China.

And what I will be

          an octogenarian, residing
          in the very tips of me.
          My fingers push through the leaves
          of your poems; toes rock
          my chair to their rhythms.

With you
                         I’m all wings and roots:

          a seabird on stilts ridiculously long,
          my knees bending backwards
          under the pressure of your lips on mine,

          a banyan tree, aerial feelers
          fusing heaven to earth with every kiss
          from here to there. In the rush of hips
          to meet each thrust,

I’m you and you, me;
                              we’re all arms and legs,

          an eight-limbed starfish, spiral-
          armed, a whirlpool of light.


© PJ Nights 2002


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