on a line from Ocean Vuong
The most beautiful part of your body
is the place your lover has just kissed,
how his lips remind you that you are also
orchid and apple and arch.
How easy it is to forget our own holiness.
How sweet when another reminds us of the ocean
still in our blood, the sand in our hair.
Call it communion, the way he touches you
and the way your own tongue leaves
a wet trail on his skin not so different
from those first attempts to crawl onto shore.
The most beautiful part of your body
is your longing to open more, everywhere
he touches, you become door.