“Recreation” by Audre Lorde

Coming together
it is easier to work
after our bodies
meet paper and pen
neither care nor profit
whether we write or not
but as your body moves
under my hands
charged and waiting
we cut the leash you create me,
against your thighs
hilly with images
moving through our word countries
my body writes into your flesh
the poem you make of me.

Touching you I catch midnight
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made into me.