Do your hands
know every inch,
every line of me?
When we lie tangled
your hands
trace my skin
thumbs always caressing
eyebrows eyelashes
nose cheeks chin
lips ears neck
clavicles
arms hands fingers
ribs bellybutton hips
thighs knees ankles
Do you know them all?
Have you
memorized the feel
of me yet?
My smile under your
fingertips
my breath against
your neck
the rise and fall
of my chest
Is every piece
of skin
that your hands
have unfailingly retraced
etched permanently
in your mind
the way all of you
is in mine?