i felt your hand on me last night
it was just below my rib cage, right below
the subtle bottom rib, your fingers interlaced
around the bone and gripping as if
i would turn to dust
your breath caressed my heart last night
fluttering at the nape of my neck, i could
truly feel a single strand of hair, unruly in the wind
of your exhales, unable to rest
with you so near.
i longed for the freedom to taste you
to chase you and put my hand into the cavity of your
skeleton, hold your bones and let my breath flutter across your pulsing heart.
i turned to tell you this,
but found only an imprint in my lonely sheets.