explicit.
fuck me,
like a writer would.
etch upon my skin,
fables of tender
syllables, and
rigorous punctuation,
mark me commas,
in sentences swelled
of metaphors, and
semi-colons where
the focus is deliberate,
and the outcome paints
sonnets and odes
in that of crevices
on our skins,
pressed together
like bookends.
