Serpentine

Like the pulse of a machine, gravity gives weight to things
	and you shed your skin as you come in           
serpentine and delicate

gathering shadows as you move
like a sea haze

or someone crying from far away
or watching a movie with the sound off

and every time you move
   		   you make an ocean’s movement
   	blurring masculinity into walls
a shade of flesh and gold
running honey around your body

I try to slide out of mine too
—hindered by convention and sinew—
tissue uniting muscle to bone or bone to bone; 
a tendon or      ligament