I felt your hands on the zip in the hollow of my throat.
Felt you ease it open in one smooth motion,
to reveal the stone inside my rib-cage,
the rice in the rattle,
still pretending to make music
when everyone has stopped listening.
I’ve started doing judo on a Monday as well as a Wednesday night recently so I was tempted to go straight to bed tonight and leave the poetry for tomorrow. Then I remembered that it was Quadrille night at DVersePoets and decided to put my aching fingers through a little more work just because I didn’t want to miss out on what has become one of my favorite poetry challenges.
Tonight’s word for the forty-four word poem is Zip.