Lumbas

Possession.

There’s a spot
at the small
of my back.

The trigger.
The wheel.
The flashpoint.

Easily ignored
by some but
optimized by
so many.

Days later
he calls
to apologize
for his behavior.

But I just smile
remembering
how his hand
seemed to float
slowly in midair
only to come
rest on that spot.

As if he owned it
and always had.
~7/18/17
____
Un esprit ivre parle d’un cœur sobre.

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