Skin a’tremble.. I surrender-
on knees parted before you
like a broken prayer.. in soft~eyed arching..
Watch me, fingers~deep, mimicking your touch;
~a slow writhing of soul~
where you strummed my shadows..
..and my please?.. a beckoning,
licked across your knuckles..
‘Come, play your witch’s harp-
bangin’ the bruises from last night
in smooth D Major..
and I will sing for you again..