turn down the

turn down the bed
turn down the voices
inside my head

make quiet every sound
lay the body down
downside I will
lay the body electric
skin to tongue to tongue to skin
frank in the empty light
familiar with the sounds
you make when you are making
those sounds
your face natural
and at ease, clenched and lost
artifice ceding to that
experience / existence
of making love
the taste of tongue
the task of body
the song of the body
we are drawn to the
plasticine scene
of getting along quite fine

I can’t make you love me, if you don’t.

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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