Grip

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