would you
touch me?
i am the world in dusk
bound up in salt dew
fingertips and arms that touch
melt into your bare skin
wind through parted lips and teeth, soft
quick
teasing those little hairs
at the back of your neck
a promise
my blood flows
in murky river channels
and i reach--
the tide is coming in
would you hold me? could you
abandon yourself
in my embrace, cradled
in silken sand, twined
roots and creeper vines explore
and claim
i am a night for bare skin
for being held and touched
and tasted
in a moment
letting go