Abundance

I've never felt loved by one other,
but I have by two, three, four,
many more -

‘Cause love does not need
to touch me in two places 
for me to know it’s there,

nor kindly kiss my two eyes
‘til I see beauty.

My curls are just as soft
left untouched,
my cheek just as rouge
from winter cold.

Love is the curve of a sex worker’s back
in the midst of silence,
the smashed bottles on pavements
from some forgotten fury and
the people who lie amongst them...

love is the laughter that won’t stop,
the screams that will never fade,
The rain; the thunder -

the pulse of the whole world
as I cup my ear to their chest
and place my eyes to the stars
and mutter wishes like 
love letters,
short and sweet. 

As I am not loved by one other,
but by two, three, four
And many many more.

~ written mid 2024