Velvet: A Poem

Velvet by Alison Owens

so

i slipped off that ledge

that I despise so much

and

someone in the dark

asks me

what is it like to love

a girl?
I think.

soft, sticky, surprising, and forceful

like quicksand

achingly sweet

full of marvels

overlooked by others

foreign, bewildering,

familiar and comfortable

too easy

way too fast

impossible to slow down
or

is that just this one?
her lips

petals

perfection

her hands

fingers

especially curled with mine

especially curled inside

hands that know exactly what to do

precisely how to please

and soothe and hold and play and roll perfect joints in a minute

cheeks

created for affection

skin

velvet

perfection

the vast expansive plain

her chest into that

valley into her

navel into another

valley

that dips into her hips

bones raised up

like little mountain ridges

and then

pouring out into long legs

rivers

best tangled into my own

and

eyes

especially in the morning

closed in sleep

tiny eyelashes pressed down

against high cheeks

in thoughts or dreams or peaceful sleep

or especially

those widened in surprise

or shock or laughter

or desire

even

the tiny dips in her collarbone –
I think.

how could this be crafted

for anyone else?

such exquisite little details

sewn into a being

especially

this one

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