Now what?

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/

a strut 

a snake

a glance

an embrace

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

…please continue