Rush My Bones, Dear

by Natalie Schlosberg

Arching over me,
I find myself running back
To the first flash
Flood.
Adrenaline. It’s drowning. Color red, color red, flame.
Wicked grin, opening. God, god, god! Sprinting all over
Wide shoulders, I want to tear them out. Match my wilting hips, I spelunk
Them and reap up the goose bump braille. Burning. In a huge,
Pounding vessel
Called Heart. Let’s run.