poetrySkinned Knees

Dance of the awkward limbs

poetrySkinned Knees
Dance of the awkward limbs

 

The dance of the awkward limbs

 

1,2,3,4

 

Eye contact, smile,

knees brush, hand on

shoulder, lean.

 

Hand on shoulder

Hand on my waist

 

We have not agreed

who takes the lead.

 

Should we?

Can I?

You're space or mine?

 

Let's invade our

spaces, for now.

 

5,6,7,8

 

Where do I put my hand on you?

 

Can we..?

Yes sure

 

We don't have our

choreography.

We improvise, 2,3

4,5

 

How?

Let's..

 

I guide you through the steps,

the right spot.

You're a little off.

 

No unison

 

Extend stretch

Do you like..?

Yes

 

Double time

 

Jump, switch, hold, grip

Balance, repeat,

 

I miss a beat.

 

Hip cramp, 3,4

 

Did you..?

Yes.

Sweat

 

Are you?

 

My neck, weird angle,

clumsy, not graceful.

 

I can't find the

pillow, warm weight  

your leg on mine.

 

Can't sleep

 

My arm, somewhere

in your

armpit. I'd like

to wrap it

around you,

Maybe not.

 

My arm gets

numb, dead.

 

Rhythm changes.

 

Your hand, my thigh,

tender and sweet

But

not relaxing,

sorry.

 

I roll away

half on front,

half on side

leg up.

 

You sleep ok?

 

No

 

your space, not mine.

 

alarm snoozes

third time

hold changes.

 

WRITTEN BY BETHAN SCREEN

ILLUSTRATION BY SARAH MCCROREY