The curve of your being

is not the norm for me

I cannot use you

to satisfy

our absence

… of what?

we are bodies

of work

and pain

each one

a pearl

skinned by

the light

and I admit

I would if I could

but I can’t

forget

what saw me

the space

between our lips

the invitation

in a dream

bare of pretense

we are

connected

in balance

like the moon

through longing

for a lover

initiates the night