Unfinished Minutes

Arms and legs snaking through
Soft tissue entwinements
Full bodied commitments.
Muscular expression amid
Unorchestrated rhythms that
Move and shape our language
Our tonation
Surpassing life’s uneasy diction.

There, that day,
Under a cooling fan
We unwrapped audacious famish
A windfall gift
Crisp with sheen
Bathed in unclocked moments
Unchecked movements

Peeling back
Masculine essence
A wolf wandering winter forests
Unfinished, on three good legs
Searching for Forever,
The stump’s reminiscence
The ache

Raw femininity
Rounded in moonlit shimmer
Hands reaching up and high
An uncloaking.

There is so much more
But this is me too.


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