gooseflesh

can you touch me now

the way you used to?

do you remember

how your fingers walked

the length of my thigh

from my knee to my smile

and how you teased

and tempted rigid knots

from tired muscles

and pumped hardness

into other playgrounds

and 

the sweet ice touch

of fingertip

found dangerous paths

to follow

and from

under my gooseflesh skin

raised by your scraping nails

you drew piping hot blood

from dark recesses

and spread it seeping

through these

humming capillaries

until we sang our soaring song

from roaring bellies

can you touch me

like that

again?

or has the burning spring that

fed you

come unwound

has the silken string that twined

our hearts

unbound

let our fingers

tongues and throats

speak of this

before it is too late

and conjure up

love's memory

before we reach
oblivion’s gate