Eyes close 
To Journey in 

My center 
Echoes with 
Listening 

Our 
Conversation 
Continues 

Beneath 
My skin 

Stretching 
To touch 

My truth 
Within 

These 
Words 

Your 
Vowels 
Howl 

In places 
Where my 

Hands can 
Never reach 

If only I 
Were a book 

To lick 
Your fingertips 

And flip 
My pages 

My spine 
Creased 

Broken 
Open 

Leaving me 
Laid spent 

With nothing 
Left to offer 

Then cup me 
In your palms 

And read 
Me over 

And 
Over 

Again 

Your kiss 
Devouring 

Eyes, tight 
Shut, wide 

Where in, 
This moment 
I don’t know 

Where 
To 

Touch 
Myself for 
Wanting 

My hair 
In your 
Fist 

Xo