Corporeal

You told me that you used to have longer hair
and that you could always tell
          when I was thinking too hard about something
          just from the movements
                    of my fingers.

I told you that I used to have lighter skin
and that I could always tell
         when the sound of the sea was making you restless
         just from the rise and fall
                    of your chest.

You felt the curve of my spine and
         understood my silences;
I wrapped my arms around your voice
         and could finally fall
                                    asleep.

For you, five months had passed
and for me, a lifetime —

          I knew that you knew
          (just from the bend of my elbows)

                    but you never said
                    a word.



[Listening to "Wide Eyes" by Local Natives]