Differences

K.S Keeney

I am captivated by your : curve of hip, 

turn of cheek, fingers. I bow to your body 

and wonder : mine doesn’t feel, fight, love, fuck(fall), come,  

cry the same. I am

left gasping for answers when touched. We look so

similar : your body my marbled temple, 

house of passion, house of ecstasy, place where 

the fire only glows 

but these altars burn too hot and I am caught 

up : in flame, an urn of my own making. Leave 

these offerings outside where I may return 

to the familiar.