National Poetry Month - Day 23

Preface: Today was a really sexually-charged writing day; who knows why...but I was writing and grinning like a fool.

I can hold my hand right here
just here, just so
silently, unless smirks speak
then I'm yelling "victory..."

My other fingers are lost somewhere
wall hair hip, hip hair,
wall breast. They are so inconsistent
unlike the others steady in their determination. I can hold you up

my hand
right here, just here, just so
holding you cupped to catch you should you fall