By Laurel Sarratt
Copyright ©2025
Went down my body and took a moment to focus on
my lower hips, my upper thighs
imagine the press of a warm-blooded hand
Everything (down there) is just flesh and nerve-endings
To feel your love through your knuckles embrace
The softness of flora sensory as my airways cut off
Muscle to flesh and tracing your veins
Body movement
Skin rolling
Stone cold face no feeling
Just instinct
The two of us will be as statues damned to salt if we ever look too much into this
Ignorance is a bold move
Someone like you should be smarter than that
I’d think you’d value it-
the enlightenment of the present-
instant gratification
Skin-on-skin
To feel your sweat mixed with water drops pressed against my back
Fastening your grip gingerly one by one
Your life exhaling on my neck, shuddering (Then) You melt me, burning like a fire brand
I cannot withstand the rod
About Laurel Sarratt:
Laurel Sarratt is a poet, theatre artist, and educator currently based in Pennsylvania, but she's known to be elsewhere. "Body Scan" is a part of her collection Summa Aquina. She would like to thank Bare Back Magazine for officially making her a published writer.
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