Coming together <br />it is easier to work <br />after our bodies <br />meet <br />paper and pen <br />neither care nor profit <br />whether we write or not <br />but as your body moves <br />under my hands <br />charged and waiting <br />we cut the leash <br />you create me against your thighs <br />hilly with images <br />moving through our word countries <br />my body <br />writes into your flesh <br />the poem <br />you make of me. <br /> <br />Touching you I catch midnight <br />as moon fires set in my throat <br />I love you flesh into blossom <br />I made you <br />and take you made <br />into me.<br /><br />Audre Lorde<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recreation-6/
