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.