H o m e (Inspired by Audre Lorde’s Pirouette)

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I saw     your hands

On my hips    Reading skin

Nights     with cicadas moaning

For my feet to find mud again

Where are you from

You said

Your hands

On my hips like honey

Promising bees and lemonade

where are you from

you said

your hands

drumming over my hips

in the city

where the lights flicker like music

 

 

why are you singing

you said

your hands in my pocket

like gold

sinking in seas

why are you singing

 

 

 

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