mary undone.

you are my fingers

tugging at my scalp

a burning ache

soothed only by the

loveliest

of sin

you are my own skin

beneath my fingertips

extracted out of sheer

exhaustion

frustration

love.

it does not interest me.

not as much as the slightest notion-

[slippery like a nesting eel]

-of your hand beneath my flesh.