A Poem- Fingers

By: Christine McFarlane

Fingers

Make their way

Across my skin

Circling

Around

My lips

Down

Below

My neck

Onto my chest

Circling

Around

My breasts

Hesitant at first

Pausing on the faint scar

But picking up speed

Blazing a path

Of desire

I haven’t felt

In a long, long time

Fingers

Make their way

Across my skin

Our breath catches

Melding together

As though we breathe

As one

A moan

Escapes my lips

And I hear you whisper

I love you

I have come

Alive