Dark recesses are mine forever more
These crayons from my youth, I cannot share:
So please your eyes and hands, pry and explore.
Drum my fingers across the wooden door
But finger grooves catch me unaware:
Dark recesses are mine forever more.
The muscles memories ingrain the sore
Pattern-cramps connected to my affair:
So please your eyes and hands, pry and explore.
The change when shadows remove the contour
And imagination manages my stare:
Dark recesses are mine forever more.
My fingerprints become wrinkles that store
Hallow spaces of an unnamed nightmare:
So please your eyes and hands, pry and explore.
I need your eyes that I wholly adore
And your fingers between mine to prepare:
Dark recesses are mine forever more
So please, your eyes and hands pry and explore.
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Submission Name: Before I slide
