When I Have Her Poem by David Johnson

When I Have Her



When I have her,
the physical eats and stores the glow.

The night hums.

The body shakes.

Sweat cools on starry nights.

Limbs tangle.

We're unknowing of who is who,
and where one starts and the other begins.

Your hand a spider with instinct intact
braves the open
across my width to tuck
and hide at my side where
body meets a familiar earth.

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