Wednesday, January 02, 2013

8:53PM 1/1/2013

"A wayward hand
fingers splayed
tentative
ghosting
along the curve of your hip.
Breath rising and falling
with the dips and crests
I've worshipped with lips and prayer.
Synapses traversing the distance
between fingertip and skin,
igniting
stoking
flames of desire laying in slumber.
Invisible patterns
etched into bone and sinew
inundating me
with indelible memories
when my fingers grasp at your hip
and was met
by nothing but air."

- Xam