Maritime

Maritime

even when your tongue
is the only muscle in you i love

even when the grease in your
hair sticks to me for a week

even when your mouth is
ripe on mine

even when your pioneer hands
take the shape of my hips

you are not the tired voice i
want to hear in the morning

you are not the wound on my
thigh i tell stories about

you are not a shield from the
rain and you stay dry

you are an old wooden ship all your own

– Amanda Birkner

 

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