“I Leash, You Lead” (A Poem)

I leash,
You lead.
One larger circle
protecting the smaller.
Interlocked at the hips
and at the lips.
Lightning strikes;
We exhale.
Ravenous exploration;
Breathing wind to sail.
Pen stroke as delicate
as the rings on the clavicle –
the tiniest licks
forming a crescent moon and stars,
the Libra scales on my arm,
counterweights between wrist and shoulder
where late-night stories
are told by tongue and whip.

By Leslie I. Benson | Photo by Gerhard from Pexels

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