The tips of my fingers yearn
to read the brail of your bumps
as they rise to my touch.
I am chilled
a warmth radiates through your skin.

Each awkward and imperfect curve of my body
conforms so precisely to yours
all is blurred
but the raging of our heart beats.

I crave you, though I do not know who
far from perfect, I am too
do you seek me
I have quested for you
for now we stand undone, in two.