the shadow behind your knee

Muse
Jo Shapcott

When I kiss you in all the folding places
of your body, you make that noise like a dog
dreaming, dreaming of the long runs he makes
in answer to some jolt to his hormones,
running across landfills, running, running
by tips and shorelines from the scent of too much
but still going with head up and snout
in the air because he loves it all
and has to get away. I have to kiss deeper
and more slowly — your neck, your inner arm,
the neat creases under your toes, the shadow
behind your knee, the white angles of your groin —
until you fall quiet because only then
can I get the damned words to come into my mouth.

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