LOVE POEM FOR A NON-BELIEVER~by Sandra Cisneros
Because I miss you
I run my hand
Along the flat of my thigh
Curve of the hip
Mango of the a*s...Imagine
it's your hand
Across the thrum of ribs
Arpeggio of the breasts
Collarbones you adore that I don't
My neck is thin
You could cup it with one hand
Yank the life from me
If you wanted
I've cut my hair
You can't tug my hair anymore
A jet of black
Through the fingers now
Your hands cool
Along the jaw
Skin of the eyelids
Soft as a mouth
And when we open like apple
Split each other in half
And have seen the heart
Of the heart
That part that you don't...
I don't show anyone
The part we want to reel in
Back as soon as it
Is suddenly unreeled like silk
Flag or the prayer call
of a mohammed we won't
Have a word for this except
Perhaps religion.
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