The Possibility of You [poem]

All my nerve endings are flashing

Like neon signs that read “OPEN.”

Electricity trails sparks down my spine

And my veins thrum madly

Like strings that have been plucked and are waiting

To be plucked again.

There is music in my blood,

There is sunlight in my head.

Eyes closed, mind open

To the possibility of you —

Your hands and mouth

Everywhere at the same time

Unhooking my hidden clasps

Unspooling me

Thread by thread

As I am made newly aware

Of this tactile cage that houses me.

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