she asks

Do you know what my favorite part
of that poem was?

It was the part where the metaphor turned
And its hands began trying to find
The edge of the curtain
To pull them back
And show what it was
You had been getting at
in all those lines before

It was the part where your mouth
Stopped working properly
It was the part where your chin
Didn’t move in exactly the right way
And your lips curved a bit late
To form the sound of the words on the page

It was the part where your eyelids
Became a little heavier
And a little less focused

It was the part where your heart
was getting in the way of your words
And it was trying to say
Two things at once

You were to reading the words to the poem
You had written
And at the same time
You were describing the wings
You saw unfurling from my shoulders