Coming together
it is easier to work
after our bodies
meet
paper and pen
neither care nor profit
whether we write or not
but as your body moves
under my hands
charged and waiting
we cut the leash
you create me against your thighs
hilly with images
moving through our word countries
my body
writes into your flesh
the poem
you make of me.
Touching you I catch midnight
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made
into me.
Lorde, Audre. Coal. United Kingdom, W.W. Norton, 1996.
Why I chose this poem
I love how I think I know exactly where the punctuation belongs even in the areas of ambiguity. I love the way that writing and bodies are intertwined, that we make each other, that we take into ourselves what we make of each other. I love the way this poem grabs me deeper than words.