The Shape of a Man

by Dimakatso Sedite

 

I reach out to hug you 

All I feel is wire

I kiss the breeze of your 

sighs instead.

How do you breathe

surrounded by hardness?

Or is this the shape of a man?

A statue surrounded by 

moths under a lamppost?

I’m a butterfly

I flutter in

in warmth

in colour.

The breeze of your sighs

the beat between your thighs -

the only warmth I ever felt.

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