C o r e y M e s l e r
The Song about the Body
Take your tongue
and use it
to remind me
I have come far.
Take your slim white
fingers and pull
me through.
This is the love poem
taking root. This is
the song about
the body, the simple
human body,
its dreams, its touch-
iness. I want to
sing it to you while
you remove my skin
so that I am
so naked I appear to
you as a lasting shield,
as a man reborn visible.
