Defenseless Anatomy

Come out upon my seas
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease?

— “Clocks” by Coldplay

Defenseless Anatomy

And I’m there
in the shadows of the sun, the humid
air curling the hair on the nape of my neck,
your hands curled around my waist as
the wind ruffles the wild grass around our ankles.
Us, caught in moments that passed so quickly

never to be played the same way again.
Was it part of the cure?
The long weeks that ripped the skin of our intimacy?
Maybe the disease is only resting in our cells, waiting
for a trigger.
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21 thoughts on “Defenseless Anatomy

  1. i think the greatest thing about all human relationships is..

    they are all unique connections of potential love..

    and every connection of life with everyone one meets..

    can be a potential snow flake of love..

    Where snow ball keeps rolling

    to one day perhaps…

    an avalanche

    of LOVE

    With a whole team of Lovers.. cheering.. hurraying in the
    background of Snow…wonSnowONe

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  2. When younger most of us fought the hormonal genetic triggers that hastened intimacy before substance, lust before love; good stuff in this piece, certainly rocked the prompt & rattled the old memory pan.


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