She lets me know
I’m just a man
Prone to taking
Myself too seriously
And she smiles
Something in my chest
Realises it is free to
Breathe
She sinks into
My flesh
Like heat
Moving in such a way
I picture her naked
This capacity
For life
Like God is in the room
When I kiss her
But she’s a memento mori
And a celebration
Not on a pedestal
Or pandered to
But I tell her
Through my actions
How I feel
MB Blissett 