“When all the books are put away I like to read the lines of your body with my hands. Trace the symbols with my fingers and the way you twist and sigh tells me what each bump my tongue tastes could mean.

I can hear quiet poetry in the way you breathe but most of all I like to put my ear to your thigh and listen like it’s a seashell.

And the green ink tatoo that runs along your spine spells out different words in every dream I have about you.”