in the shape of my body, i am dancing Sav Robinson in the shape of a body (his) / i am dancing / feel the shift of weight / on ball mounts of weathered feet (his) / feel swelled chest (his) / ribs encased in protruding fleshy tomb (his) / in the facade of a feminine body hers / i am still dancing / feel the slink of sunken sides slip then soften into wistful lover’s touch hers / feel cone flesh hers rest atop swelled chest (his) / lips pursed skyward to all angels hers / in the manipulation for a masculine body theirs / i dance more / (like him than her) / feel the spill of anger / borne of misplaced power / in swelled chest flatlined / into swelled shoulders / into swelled forearms flatlined / into fists / down into toenail beds swelled theirs(his) / feel jaw clenched theirs(his) / bones grinding against themselves against him against me (against) / in the shape of a human body battling to feel human in a body / mine, i dance among other things / and don’t stop / feel the sink of ink (he despises) / between constellations hers / become constellations themselves / until this safeguarded skin (his) / is all constellation / all open boundless light / feel shaved head she’s reluctant to like / body like them i have too long been reluctant / to love / swelled chest cone flesh jaw clenched shaved head / swelled , chest , cone , flesh , jaw , clenched , shaved , head.
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