Because,
I want to gasp as you bump your fingers slowly over your handiwork.
I love to hiss at the cool burn when you drizzle the lotion over me.
I want to remember this all day.
I want to feel you all day.
When you’re gone,
I want to feel the tiny buzz when running my own fingers over the tight ridges.
I want to feel them wriggling below when sitting later.
To pause anytime and see a reminder of what we did this morning.
I want to reach back anytime and feel them.
Touch them.
Then make myself feel something more.
There was a time when the memory of your smile-of your hand in mine-was enough;
A long time ago.
Sometimes I wish you weren’t-but
You are too gentle to leave bruises
That I would happily wear.
But you’ll be back soon-
To again, scribe your signature,
On me.
