Rest your fingers on my skin
Please please please my beloved
Bring them up to the poking-bones at the top of my shoulder
And run them delicately down along the inside of my arm
To the soft underside bowl of my elbow
And over my arcing wrist to the belly of my palm

Again again again my beloved
Please please please my beloved

Make the tip of your finger into a brush
That paints concentric circles on my skin
Around and down my bare arms
Up and down to my hand that has formed a loose fist
While my mind has idled to a stop
My skin taking over over over

Again again again my beloved
Please please please my beloved
Rest your fingers on my skin