new favorite song to play.. cover of an Anthony DaCosta song
Watersheds and Lion’s Dens
In the desert,
we speak of aquifers.
How they are the spaces
between things,
how they hold the water
to quench thousands,
all the cracks, and crevices
the small places between stones
and pebbles.
Water for thousands.
I wonder what collects
in the spaces between bodies,
if I could be quenched by a man
pressed against my stomach,
our sighs and moans
deep,
his back in the clutch
of my palm,
the way it reminds me of
a lion’s saunter,
shoulder blades pointed and strong,
swelling like waves.
It’s my favorite part of
big cats,
this rise and fall of scapulas,
and there it is:
right in my hand,
with all the majesty of a lion
in his bones.
And there’s that feeling again.
The tingling on the tips
of my teeth,
the want
to bite
and be bitten.
In the spaces between things are lions,
curled up
between stones, sleeping
in the dens of thousands.
