tip tap skim smooth across the globe of your skin. Down subtle curves and fleshy crescendos, limbs silky beads of sweat- peaks.

Tentative territory of touch spontaneous
firing of synapses.
Short strokes pondered relentless breaths sharp mutterings.

Torn flesh wet with spit- no touch.
Specific, hesitant, slow and greasy.
Pressure shaped
rounded
surface, indulge in sensation and revel in attention.

I glide along memories,
hovering awareness of heat  
and hair’s perception.
the tiny vessels beneath me
constrict near the surface, old friend of warmth
and more memories.

I roam over deadened cells- textures intrigue and complicate.
The trace against chemical responses,
leading thoughts to purpose- to action.
Pressure.
My skin

as told by my fingertips.