You touched me
You touched me the way
I wanted you to
The way I wished you would
You read my mind,
—And you touched me
Your fingers moved along the ridges
of my galaxy in search of the ignition:
old crate of dynamite
hidden in the shed
sweats with glycerin
delicate to movement
so my love is for you
Drop that box, start a bang,
kick start a star to life!
Use all fingers to read me
as a mystery novel
written in Braille,
every bump, knob and dip
a conjunction closer to knowing
the riddle of Eve
Sensual
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