finding it in the corners of the room,
the cushioning between ribs,
the fullness of stained lips.
These are things to call my own,
the things that you don't wish to touch.
Each supple reminder that the spaces between
are the ones where we exercise delicacy and practice patience.
Where I lie and wait, in weight.
Where I lie, heavy with thought.
Where I lie and feel the force of gravity
as it pulls me closer to centre.