Ode to the Body
there is knowing in here
can’t be bought
nor sold, neither
the choreography of a life
resides in muscle
hand curve on worn-smooth barre
thumb on top gently is the way
toes lead through rosin resistance
to pointe chin up shoulders down
collar bone
she still knows
the body is a ribbon of time
some visitors become part
of your architecture
sculpting pleasure
inside the permanent record
of DNA
they stay
some days
you call their name
just to know
that they are there
some days
the sun is the only one
to kiss this skin
lucky sun
some days
the skin will not contain
what is within
the body is a ribbon of time
our most reliable fallible
time-travel device
but what can hold
all that living
without overflowing
every once in a while
5/30
NaPoWriMo
2014
Prompt for Day 6: The Universe of Longing
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