I like to touch your tattoos in complete
darkness, when I can’t see them. I’m sure of
where they are, know by heart the neat
lines of lightning pulsing just above
your nipple, can find, as if by instinct, the blue
swirls of water on your shoulder where a serpent
twists, facing a dragon. When I pull you
Reading Kim Addonizio shows me (again) how much I have to learn. This poem is slick and sticky with craft and sass. She witnesses, captures, conveys the shock of love and commitment with such tenderness, with touch.
Helping others write is one of the best ways I know how to learn.
Tell your story.
Write me. Write with me. Let me help you write.