i run my thumb along the curve of your jaw
across your lips, so gentle
my precious, sweet little thing
my thumb dips between your lips for a moment
& you are so pliant
so soft
so warm,
i lean in again,
and you wrap me up
to tell me so clearly,
wordlessly,
that you want me
too.
YOU ARE READING
whole
Poetryhis skin is liquid gold in my hands and yet i am the one who is melting