Let me trace your ribs with my finger-
toe over the hairs that layer your stomach.
Find home in the skin that encompasses
The place I seek to know.
Let me lick and lust for your empty words,
mere thoughts that are just noise
as they escape your mouth. A voice without language,
a moan against your tongue.
Let me interlace my fingers
through the notches of your spine.
Safety-pin my understanding in the creases
of your mind.
Let me hold the armour that nests you,
as I wear it as my own.
When you’re inside let me