Evocative Hands

Looking down at your hands,
One in my bra
The other in my panties
I fumble for a camera
To capture this image

My hips curving out the space
Dipping into the
Arc of my waist
Folding into a petal triangle
Where your hand
Is deftly tucked

But I can’t find it.    

All I have
Are these words
On this page
Forging a pathway
Towards the faint  
Recollection…

How your hands
Coveted the vulnerable
Pieces of me…
For a moment

Before the
Loathsome undulations
Between a blanket
And a bed
Soaked from the wetness
Of slippery, scented skin
A throbbing, pulsing lover,
Impulsive and carnivorous
Fucking with abandonment,
With careless ease and
Hostility.  

Treason.

I’ll stay in my head
In the moment before,
The soft caress of your hand
Turned violent,
Where with tenuous wonder
I imagined
I had found a generous,
Provocative lover.