Hush! Watch! Barely touching,
hovering above the skin, a fingertip
attunes and wields: though
fingertips know more about the skin
they cause to blush, of course,
than what the skin conceals.
Someone else just riffled through
you like a random breeze – tickling,
teasing, breeding weakness
in the knees. At times like these
you wonder if the wonders never
cease. Of course they don't –
and this one won't, although already
it kaleidoscopes to memories.
Touch withdrawn: here, gone.