mi casa, su casa

***Dwelling Memory of My Thighs***

I wear your words like a satin glove-

encroaching on my thighs...

that remember you-

as they propel my legs foward,

in their attempt to be free.

Creating frictioned heat-

on Each Other--

We and they.

so similar to the temperature felt by your lips, your mouth, your face-

on My thighs-

that feel insulated by it's memories of you.

And held captive,

by the wear of your words.