Tonight's Poet Corner: This Is My Arm
This Is My Arm
by Belinda Roddie
This is my arm. It's
pierced, tattooed, inked,
stained, strained, bulging,
mottled, freckled, scabbed, and
beautiful. It's an arm to link you to my
body, when we walk down the aisle
together at any event, not just
a wedding. It's an elbow to brace
against a table, a wrist to pivot
a hand against your face, and five fingers
branching from a tree trunk palm where the
bark covers the life crease in my skin.
You can have my arm. You can kiss it, and
dream of clinging to it during the harshest
winds of night. You can press your chin
deep into the contours of my bone structure,
the crook that gives me geometry, and the
angle is ninety degrees when you are a part of it,
and it's beautiful.
by Belinda Roddie
This is my arm. It's
pierced, tattooed, inked,
stained, strained, bulging,
mottled, freckled, scabbed, and
beautiful. It's an arm to link you to my
body, when we walk down the aisle
together at any event, not just
a wedding. It's an elbow to brace
against a table, a wrist to pivot
a hand against your face, and five fingers
branching from a tree trunk palm where the
bark covers the life crease in my skin.
You can have my arm. You can kiss it, and
dream of clinging to it during the harshest
winds of night. You can press your chin
deep into the contours of my bone structure,
the crook that gives me geometry, and the
angle is ninety degrees when you are a part of it,
and it's beautiful.
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