you have no favorite color but all of them
just too derivative
and all the light that once left
is within you.
your body falls like snow,
moves against me like a drift.
I am happy to be stranded by you.
the rip cuts of your palms tell the story
of every felled burl you trained
to be something more useful
than malignant veneers of equal thickness-
how they taught you the craft
of making yourself whole again.
in every timeline
you have sanded my beveled hips
whispered too softly while we made love
respired like sawdust through
every tongue and groove - touched
some part of me I did not know
needed your hands.
Lora Robinson is a Baltimore based poet, technical writer, and cat-mom to Shark and Thea. Her poetry has appeared in the Scarab, Sad Girls Club and Cathexis Northwest Press. Her debut poetry chapbook will be published in spring/summer 2021 by akinoga press. Connect with her on Instagram @theblondeprive and Twitter @starsinmyteeth.