12/365: Love Remembers
He pointed to my chest with his finger and said,
Well, how do you do?
Quite fine, thank you.
Do you see this spot right here?
And here? And over here?
He traced his finger in a ticklish circle
from liver to kidneys to stomach to heart,
skipping nimbly across my facies costalis pulmonis.
Do you realize that all this is not only yours?
Do you know this?
What is in me is also in you,
laying a finger along his duodenum.
The walls of our chests are misleading.
They make us feel alone
when we are all of this together at once.
He retraced his circle in reverse now,
leaving a mess of fingerprints along my ribs.
What is in me is in you.
You nod at me, but you've forgotten.
I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.