THE RIVER OF YOU

A Stream in Connecticut by Hasna Muhammad

I want the river of you

The part that

flows unabashed

inside my body

or the palm of my hand

I want the joy of you

The part that

explodes like child’s laughter

at the sight of my every curve

I want the sky of you

The part that

limits no boundaries

carries no thoughts or

any other baggage

I want the breeze of you

That space between the brush of your hand

and my back

Your laugh

cool on my shoulder

I want the skin of you

The place that

puddles tears

just above your collar bone

The part

where tips of fingers

hush

the moisture between your lips

Ssshhhh.

I want the sounds of you

The part that

slides with our movement

Your moans

a creaky stair

beneath my weight