ROMANCE Poem: Corporeal Intimacy, by Sydney Hooper

Just as the delicate bristles of bottle brush trees
break and dissolve,
the prickle of follicles brushing against my arm
or similarly, whiskers pressing the mouth
steady my unbearable mind.

Give me the slightest bit of physical validation
and I’ll melt before you.
Make my hairs stand on end with just
the ridges of your fingers.
I long for the reassurance of nails
colliding with scalp, a rhythmic
scratch relieving tension in flakes.
Or stainless steel clinking awkwardly
between sweaty fingers.

Give me all of it
Pull me into you, let me grow drunk
and savor the smell.

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