The Way We Were Made

By Marcus Wicker b. 1984 Marcus Wicker
But you made every
delicate, elegant wrist
& glistening ankle.
But you made them
in braided rope
& dime store gold.
But you made every
necklace clasp.
But you made them
caress the nape
like an errant wind
after a shower.
But you made every
eyelash erotic. Every
single strand of hair
But you made them
from dust & bone.
Made every glorious
singing thigh. Every
button nose.
But you made them
with holes—
wide open
to the faintest hints
of salt
in a sea breeze, salt
in the sweaty mouth
of a navel, salt
in the blood, sweet
in every wrong way.

Source: Poetry (November 2011).


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Poet Marcus Wicker b. 1984

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Subjects Living, The Body, Love, Desire, Religion, God & the Divine

Poetic Terms Free Verse