Category Archives: poem, poetry, erotic, connection, wordplay

FINGERS

forgive me
for running my
fingers down
your spine

to that
place of confluence
my tingling
meeting your
tingling

and talking of tingling
    (chimes brushed
by the wind being
what
   I am now thinking)

I am in and out
the habit

     of making connections

getting
    connected

loving every connection
I have ever loved to make