I feel your words against my skin
Your lips softly next to my ear
Spilling sentences down my neck
Across my shoulders and along my spine
I close my eyes and your voice remains a tracing
of letters written, and spoken by the heart
Carefully articulated or flung onto
the page like cursive and finger paint
Colors slide across the pages
Words trickle down my arms and get caught like dew
in the creases of my elbows
Loosening, they roll to the tips of my fingers
Dripping off each untrimmed fingernail
To rest carefully
on my lap
Floating letters forming
in the space between my knees