sappho’s last song…

[…] My burning
Flesh is yours; with a thousand coils let it be
Bound by you, let it rest in you, down at last
Let it sink, calmed and conquered
By your mighty kiss.

— Vittoria Aganoor Pompili —

i see like you hear…

i hear like you seeYour slightest touch gives me shivers. The barest-of-caress on my palm makes me moan in secret.

I try not to arch with pleasure.
(I can’t give myself away.)
I curl my toes and squeeze my knees together instead.

I look at our hands entwined.
I watch my fingers
spread and splay,
wrapped inside yours.

This is a luxury – your attention.
So tender sweet.
I swoon.