How do I move in silence when I’ve kept quiet for so long?
How do I scream without sending waves?
There is a roar underneath the core of us/
a contemplation of sex and stars/
I am all angel and villain
black feathered hair/sharp mouth
illusion of something small—gigantic at 5 foot 2
corners hide the sly, the slick, the tick, the lie
of giving more than you have
of reaching for my sky, of making it rain
new fresh limbs rise from my eyes
new found lips purse and plume with promise
I see you