Only my body can tell me
I am not this body.
Only my body
when it moves 
 
can expand my awareness
to something else.
 
It’s like when I reach an arm 
Somehow
 
To find I am watching 
my arm reach
 
and I don’t have an answer here, 
it’s just that today
my arm slips out first 
with eyes of its own,
 
and parts a membrane, 
and curls back 
somehow
to gather the rest of me.
 
And I follow my arm 
which makes no logical sense
and takes no linear path
but this surrender allows me 
 
my first breath 
of awe
 
As this body sheds me
Of me
Shares me with me
separate and together
soul and teeth
tendrils and stars.
And just like that 
 
I’ve changed
the boundaries of love.