cartography is a lovely word.

concerned question
and her hand on my back
suddenly the lightning on a spring
i sprung
away
don't touch me almost pouncing from my lips

i don't know
where it comes from
or where it goes

.

i feel most comfortable in my skin when combative
slamming doors and turning up volumes
and ripping off my shirt to find a bra and caught
in the mirror - breasts and curves and pale pale
and a dark chocolate freckle just here -
and i thought yes, i thought, yes this could be pleasing