I’ve been thinking of you with my hands, I–

‘ve been thinking so hard I

nudged the lower lip of daylight, had

no shame when it joined me soft

pressure of shadows on skin and my

hands with which I did more than

imagine you in places I want you

to know

deeply I want you

to move with my thoughts you

cannot imagine how much you’re in them that

my wrists are strained from thinking so

hard summoning you in the dark, dark day-

light of my room where I’m blind so

I see with my lips and my fingers are

thoughts of your hands and in them

it is you being real being there in

my mouth on my mind with your

hands on the edge of my secrets and

mine on the edge of your spell