Impossibility
Richard Siken said “I don’t tell anyone about this small, good moment that I wished for. Because I’m embarrassed by its tenderness and impossibility.”
Living around others leaves no room not to tell; the small, good, impossible moments are loud, but when they happen it’s us alone and it’s okay because all of my soul is pouring into yours like air into lungs barren for far too long and for once, for once I can breathe. normally.
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We shared a kiss before you left and the tenderness of being alone- truly alone- and seeing the side of you that sweetens honey leaves me with cavities I won’t ever treat.
I cannot believe this tenderness is meant to be hidden. It belongs to only us, but observing gentle love is no sin.
We are not born vicious. We are born into a world that will rip your flesh from your bones. Even the meek must protect themselves.
Still, I fear my flesh rips too frequently.
