as one
a free verse poem for Climacteric: On the Turning Point
“The caress of love. One has just been born. A monist conception.” — Susan Howe, “The Birth-mark”
waking
on sunday
my kisses
confined to skin
(lips cannot
reach further)
i linger
too long
on each texture
of you
studying grades
of softness
delighting with
my whole face & hands
so long that you
grow hungry
and stretch from
such intimacy
smiling, you shimmy
from beneath me
break the pleasure of
our immanence
& ask for pancakes
This piece is one in a series, Climacteric: On the Turning Point, a poetic collaboration for National Poetry Writing Month (#NaPoWriMo) by Samantha Wallen and Michelle Puckett. To read the previous poem in the series, click here. To read the next poem in the series, click here.
Michelle Puckett, MFA is a poet, doula, permaculturalist, coach and Co-Founder of Creating Freedom Movements, a social justice school for activists. All of her work aims to nourish the sacred and make it plain in every day life.
