slip your knuckles in, breathe
cinch your tendons
around the push-skin of my vertebrae
guide your fingertips
along the lost ridges of my ribs, indulge, splash
work your thumbs into my sacrum
white    then pink    then white again
imagine my wings; skin-wings of summer
swivel hips and hinges
let’s talk shop, curl, implode
release endorphins into the air
like doves
please, crack the tingle out of my arm
need me

First Appeared in Soundzine

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