I've lost myself beneath

the sheets, trapped myself

beneath your weight.

I've breathed the air

that you've exhaled and

held your blood-torn hand.

I've sampled every inch

your beauty has to offer,

and have let my lips trail

from tip to top, just to feel

your shudder beneath

my trembling hands and

unsure tongue. I've let

you love me – softly, roughly –

in the light and in the ark,

you know every inch of

my small frame, eyes

closed with both fingertips

and tongue. I've stood before

you in the dark, with just

a blanket around me

and your skin against

mine. It's when the

blanket falls that you

know you have every

part of me and that

I've placed myself in

your hands – both figuratively

and literally, of course.