My fingertips are eyes That travel the valleys and hills

made in the contours of your skin

Looking
for a place to be absorbed,

To settle in .

Your eyes are like nails

That scrape the surface of my soul

Scratching off flakes of past mistakes

To get a peek within,

My intentions rest in the shape of my caress

So listen close,

And you might find hints of secrets kept

Embedded in my tactile prose.

Because unlike words,
touch cannot lie

And I’ ve found it’ s useless to defy

the need to be wanted,
to be freed

of the grip of memory

And the present is all I see

With you,

But the hours,
they are too few and far between

So it seems I’ m here again

stuck in recall

The difference is I’ m not at all

Bothered by the thought of your eyes,

Like nails

Etching in your mark