A contemplative poem about the human body by David Tombale: The Body

I experimented with the similarity of the human body to a pile of clothes and The Body is what I ended up with.

The body

We wear our bodies out like clothes,

washed and rewashed, hung out and

blowing in the gusts of days and years

gone by, and some days our bodies

lean against each other like trees that

grow together, limbs tangled up in

rain until only the sky awaits our lover’s

ache, until we wrap ourselves in scents

and leave our bodies in filth and foreign

sheets, hotel rooms and alleyways,

we wipe our tears with satin, clothe

ourselves in dreams and leave our souls

to molder in the bosom of our flesh.