“I try to discover the purpose of her gestures, but they escape me… I have a feeling that, in spite of the wall, my body is leaning toward her” (p.21-22).

“The body is the appearance that dictates your life.” – M.B

In the public square

where crowds spill

as if to be,

so utterly open

bodies give up

their plurality.

Behind a locked door

faces and gestures

come closer

to their curious feature.

The muted sun,

coming through a window

onto stockings

worn at the toes

A little pure flesh

small enough for a kiss

Visible at the instant

of being known.

Onto the face:

The site of all nudity

Beneath its pipes of bone

tectonically separating

to be the gap

of your mouth

Between parted lips

there is no location.