MUSCLE TOUCH

Simmering heat of thimble sweat,
teases -
festering pricks in sliver shards
lain tight upon my skin.
To taste flesh for the very first time,
that rippling mass of thriving panic,
writhing sensation
taut, penetrating sinew
one jagged contour
traced into the next,
‘til frenzy lays waste
sharp little curves - relaxed
bouncing all these supple daydreams to earth,
living deep inside my core.