And when I breathe
in you can play my
xylophone ribs.
I will breathe in, and
I will breathe you in.
Your heartbeat
resonates against
my skin, your
fingers drum on my
palm and the heel of
your hand in my
back pulls my chest
forwards and my
shoulders away; my
head is singing.
Your mouth is an 'o'
when your hands
clap on your cheeks
and then on mine,
blowing trumpeter
raspberries on the
curve of my chin.
We make a good
band, you and I. You
and I and our percussion bodies.
About the Creator
Sophia dos Remedios
Doctor by day, writer by night, activist always
she/her, LG{B}T+
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