FingerspellSometimes, she would dig her nails in my palmFingerspell6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as she told me what she wanted. She never apologized.
Fingers would diligently beat upon my hand;
her thoughts were extraordinary, unpolluted, mine.
If she suspected my attention had wandered,
those sharp nails would sink into my pale flesh.
I slapped her the first time she did that.
As she got older, and her face became fuller
if my palm were to strike the cheek, it would be in a caress.
Yet, I sat still,
waiting for her hand to feather
against my mouth before applying pressure.
"Open your mouth!"
Her fingers would order.
This is what she wanted.
To feel the vibrations of my voice against her soft milky hand.
Her free hand would venture from my wrist to my shoulder,
pulling on the cloth of my blouse.
It would reach my throat, and first give a strong squeeze.
Only when I gasped, when the muscles submitted,
would she allow the hand to release.
Her mouth would break, and ma