Your shoulders: blades
against my knees.
Attention. My palms,
your hair. For security reasons,
do not leave. Thumbs
smoothing lines
from your forehead.
Do not accept
Small evening grit, one whole
day’s oils. items
I am surprised
by the give from unknown
at your temples.
persons. You have porcelain
edges beneath your eyes,
Unattended like rims on the cups
you made me, thrown
so thin sun glows through: closed
eyelids, cream-colored. Cushions
luggage of your cheeks
before the rough.
How does my face
feel under your hands?
is subject to Your thumbs, pure sensation,
pressure and slide.
immediate Gentle
over unprotected skin,
teaching me ecstasy can mean
knowing the harm one chooses
not to do. collection and search. Thrill
up past my ears when you reach
the slip of muscle on my jaw.
What are we doing alone
together? Do not
May leave be
damaged or destroyed.