LGBTQ+ Poem: US, by Robin Robinson

Touch the crypt of my chest
and I take you like quicksand.
Count my ribs like the rippling teeth of a piano
and make me too hungry to think.
I could unzip you with my lips,
your throat tart with sweat.
I could dip into you. I could ask
forgiveness from the wildfire
of my skin, and it would give
me forgiveness, still warm.
One day, I will make my imperfect
body shelter and we will swap
apologies like spit.
Isn’t it enough
that our illegible bodies creep
into each other like watercolors,
tongues falling into the purples
and blues of the unlit room,
skin revealing meat, meat revealing
bone, bone revealing marrow.

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