Not a love poem

I want to write a poem
That is not a love poem
That is a poem of opening

How I unfold in front of you, shyly
Laughing, so you smell the bees,
Hear the pollen in my centre

I want to write a poem
That is not a love poem
That is a poem of holding

How my hand lives in yours
Alive in a language of skin
Peaceful quiet

I want to write a poem
That is not a love poem
That is a poem of hoping

How I lose myself as an apology
Find myself as a laugh
Between my mouth and yours

I want to write a poem
That is not a poem
That is an invitation exploring

Maps of your muscles
Beaches of my bones
Contour lines finger-traced

I want to write you a poem
That is a breath
That is a breaking

That cracks the sky open enough
For us to slip away
So I can kiss you in the dark