God.
Just let me crawl
up your forearms
and into your hair.
I want to count the veins
that trace up your wrist.
Lunge into your heart
and make a home there. Where I can breathe
is only inside the place your secrets are stored.
I want to transcend along the patch of rough skin,
the spots you forgot to shave today.
Move along with the stretch of your hand until you're mine.
All mine.
Let me capture you wholly.