Only this, only this, the stroke,

The open palm, the sharpness.

The words, the words you spoke,

Which held me in the darkness.

 

Welcoming, welcoming the pain,

The building sensation, the thud.

The cupping hand, containing

Me, opening my gorgeous flood.

 

Just this. Just this, the touch

Of your nails on my skin.

Building, building almost too much

Before I welcome you in.