it takes two
to know your body
when you forgot how
some memories will sit
gripped in lumps perhaps
in the place shoulders connect
to what you though was easily
a relaxed neck but instead
twists into a tucked mound
the heart packed away
   so long ago
the only way to know is through
   another
whose hand finds it, regardless
   and never relents
until the new found
bolt holding in
what form you had
can be released