By a trick of light, I see me
I see the poet, the slut, the storyteller
the liar, the lover
romantic and obsessed, the part-time whore

The stressed mother, deciding how far money will go and what she can do without herself
Frantic, anxious, numb
Anorexia and ice cream

I see guilt and triumph, burnt letters,
pettiness, revenge, anger that eats away smiles

Long, open legs spread wide, leading smoothly to my cunt, wet and wanting
I want you to see too, touch me too

The tears over a stranger's pet
Hot wet mouth, all my corners rounded now, craving the taste of your skin

A secret keeper, a rebel, protecting the soft flesh within me

The body that fails, and yearns and aches to be seen and touched, and
fucked hard, wanting fingerprint bruises on my arms and teeth marks on my body
so I can remember this, over and over
like a long white scar on my face

I see empty boxes and things kept too long, secret scraps of paper that mean nothing now, the old photo of all our clothes on the floor in a passionate heap

See my lips that want kissing, hair falling forward, the insomniac poet
A dog lover, exhibitionist
eyes half closed as our bodies meet, slide into one another, shy hands on your stomach, your back,
lips under your ear

We are moving each other, rocking, hips and ribs, arms and thighs connected
Your teeth on my neck, my lips on your shoulder, panting and rising, moaning as we sink into each other

I see the box labeled, Shoes - no, really, just shoes.