Show me your curves, your edges, your smoothness, your scars,
every sun-kissed spot of age.
Show me how and when and where to touch,
show my mouth your favorite place.
I want to be fluent in your body language
and read between your lines.
I want to mold you beneath my hands and tongue
and trace your shape to mine.
I want to burn your skin into my palms
and dance across your hips.
I want to paint your body with my breath
and play your ribs with fingertips.
Let me climb the arch of your neck
and memorize your curves.
Let me tell you with my hands and eyes and lips
all I cannot say with words.
30 Days of Poetry, Day 19