And un unfinished draft of my own

“the anguish of a naked body is more terrible
to bear than God.”
---- James Wright

Beneath the empty dream
you open to desire. Not knowing
you still could, and not wanting
ever to again. But still it blooms
in your belly. You turn to the wall
as you undress, feel his hand reach
for you, feel the hesitation.
Feel him looking at your back, the ribs,
the vertebrae like a staircase his fingers climb
to your neck, grabbing your hair to turn
you around. Cry as he kisses down your throat,
kisses the hollows between the ribs, kisses
the concavity of your abdomen.
Close your eyes and remember it full
and round with your baby. Close your eyes
as he holds your hips, moves between your knees.
Close your eyes and picture another face.