Bulges & Bends Poem by Kewayne Wadley

My body folds into yours like a sheet.
Our bulges and bends
Ruffle from fitted to loose.
Fitting comfortably into each other.
Once pulled tight now lost from one seam
to the next.
Air seeps from the sheet pressed tight beneath us,
Escaping.
Resuscitating the amount of breath
lost between you & I,
My body hangs off yours.
We lay still
Our composure lost & wrinkled
Your face folded into my chest
until we are stretched, & pulled
& the corners are made anew
awaiting the comfort of our hands.
Our bulges and bends laid flat
awaiting each others touch.
Until we are hand pressed and no caress of us remains,
We continue to lay until the next time