My Body

So this is my body.
Bones, I’m told there’s a skeleton in there somewhere.
Sometimes I have half a feeling about it.
But I do believe in kneecaps. Those are very real.

I see the muscles
take shape,
They flow like water, like blood.
Muscles remind me of the river,
There’s no fight in them, but great strength. Great nature.
Curve of the calf, so interesting, so beautiful.
The creator liked smooth lines, and I do too.

I have this nude color all over me.
Especially when I’m nude.
All this is very interesting.

I have a perfect body.
Perfect in function and design.
It works the way it should.
My toes and ears help me stay balanced.
Perfect like that.

And then the way it moves.
The way it breathes is like the ocean.
Forever on the approach, forever in the descent.
Air crashing into itself, changing in my blood.
My air in constant transaction with the trees.
I’ll fix your air if you fix mine.
He drops an orange to indicate “yes”.

I am stretching.
She is stretching.
He is stretching.
Stretching compassion into our supposed bones, into our muscles.

This is all rather beautiful to me. 
I have a body.

In my head: Yoga + Reggie Spek + The Gospel