I want to map out
The constellations in your skin
Join up the stars
With my fingernails

Paint a picture on your back
With scratches and bruises
Not violence, dear, but
Practised intimacy.

I want to have you, hold you
Bring you closer to me
Reel you in and
Hook you up

I want to explore you
Commit every part to memory
Run my fingers over every patch of
Uncharted territory

Darling, dearest, beloved
None of which are quite
What I want -
But perhaps inveni fits your criteria.

I am a good man, inveni
But I can only hope that
my Lord will forgive me because
I will commit glorious sin and save alike

If it means I may sin with you.