Skin smooth like marbles
   gliding over my
                        hips
Your eye lashes    tickle
                               my shoulder blades
   trace their way across my glow-in-the-dark skin and
         rest
   along my clavicle.

Biology has never been my strong suit--
   you know more about my body than I do,
   can part my lips and show me
                                                where my tongue is.

Your legs like walking with mine,
   but our feet must always stay apart.
Cold and clamy, I shove them inside the crooks of your knees just to listen
   to you scream.
I know you don't really mean it (often).

Somedays I think my breasts are perfect because they can fit inside your hands.

I like to stand there at your parent's stove and feel your diaphragm against my back.
These are the days where I have been the happiest,
Floating in cups of gingerlemon tea
  with grins that sneak up and lap behind your ear.

I spend hours now, pondering the essence of your sighs
The sounds you make right before you laugh
The small "hhh" you say when things are just right.

If you were here, I'd trace my love out for you with my nose--
  a secret calligraphy I've learned through the years.
I'd watch your skin roll like marbles down the precipice of my spine,
  only to land in bed with mine.

You would sit on the floor, I'd lie on the edge of the bed and
  you'd teach me
About where my kisses go.
  About where tears come from.
About what hearts are for,
  And all the reasons why you love my pelvic bone.

  (
     God made marbles so I could talk

About your skin
                           )