Fragile Fingers

Fragile

fingers, submerging thoughts

mine

long enough to cuddle one’s dance by

the vertical                         axis

pressed famine veins’ lust

draining my hand at

6 o’clock, the blood

inverted direction

causing a disemboguement recess

around the meaning of

pleasure, never to be

fulfilled;

her gasping fingers roll

over my forehead

climbing latitudes

now

as I measure their slenderness

with the touch

of tropics

echoing in the limber voices

jamming between us

now

just fingers

bathing their folds

under the bless of a full

white moon.

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho