the wrist is the sexiest part of the body / hear

me out // a face is more what it does than what

it is / with its nose peaking for tears to climb

up & fall off / with freckles that blossom only

in optimal skinscapes / with dimples that are

goldpots bookending the rainbow of a smile //

the breasts are more utilitarian / hair dead /

shoulders have an ugly chip on them / hips lie //

the ass is only seen when someone walks away

so the attraction is to neutralize the imminent

distance / the privates have a password I'm too

lazy to remember // but the wrist is sexy / bend

lachak & curve / the lab rat of the body where

the perfume is tested before it can aromatize

the body / where the pulsing flag of the body's

aliveness is waved from / the wrist that spends

a night in the cold weather of knife steel as the

body discusses whether it wants to keep going

or not // the wrist that watches the hand above

hold & be held / fingers touch & be touched //

powerless without the hand / alone, just a ring

of flesh & bone // I'm a wrist, watching the hand

above hold & touch / powerless together, nothing

alone // but without the wrist the songs of the mind

cannot reach the fingertips / the bridge for things

to pass through / things that matter even if I don't 

~Ajay
10/1/2021