I know the touch of the
palm of your hand against
my thigh, the well thumbed
lines that lead me to your wrist.
I know that wrist, I know
your neck and shoulders,
knees and toes. The curve
of your spine, the sand dunes
of the moon. There is no
part of your body that I
am not acquainted with.
Your heart, rattling like a
milk tooth in the folds of
my fist