under your fingers; poetry

[cridecoeur]

title: under your fingers
author: cridecoeur
type: poetry

Feel a crispness under your fingers
and a chill
Like the leaves first turning
Like the slow slip from summer
Your bare skin traded for cover-me-pleases
For the comfort of old houses
Stoked and breathing smoke through chimney-mouths.

Feel a crispness under your fingers
and a chill
Like your first undressing
Your bare nipples peaked and your thighs trembling
Like your sideways mirror glances
as your body unfolding, alien and strange
Like the smoothness of your hands on your own body
always searching, searching for something never found.