By: Jalecia Reid

My ribs, they blossom against my skin
The ridges and the bumps, his hands feel them
Grasped at the seams and tugged is the way he shows me that loves me
His hands they touch me places no one has ever dared 
He is my high and low 

There I will spend my days
Wandering and wondering of you
The life that comes there, from your mouth greet my ears like food does a starving man 
If I were blind, my skin alone would recognize his touch and his alone 

My prayers, unanswered by God but heard by him 
The image of him is burned in my mind 
He changes like the tide and never fails to pull me under