I guess a lot could be left unsaid.

And we could dream into the gray area

between what I could have said

and what you thought I meant

without saying anything at all.

Let’s do that.

Allow our bodies

to writhe and whisper

sing our stories in motion.

Walking to the mailbox

Closing the door

Washing the dishes

Pressing swollen hips into bikini bottoms.

Pressing warm lips into the wrinkle in your forehead.

Let’s do that.