we’re civilized after all
we act as if we have moved
beyond our fixation on bodies
our grief though we carry
erotic impulse and every
loss as those same bodies
move us through the world

in spite of baggage we live in joy
or could at least some days

because once a woman with a naked
body under her clothes pinned
our shoulders to the ground
climbed aboard and ground us
down demanding our time

acknowledge me would be the
scream from her mouth with
your body or your life or both
we cut a deal

it is of course a gift and all that
comes an added layer detracting
nothing our time would pass