I want to memorize the words inscribed
On every inch of your blessed skin
Your holy skin
Your Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, this girl is magic skin.
I want to read you
Like I read Shakespeare:
There are bits that resonate with every inch of my being
And there are bits that I don’t quite understand
But that’s okay
Because damned if it’s not
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever read.
I want to learn the way you feel
The way I’m learning the way Braille feels
And the way I’m learning to close my eyes
And understand with my hands.
I want you to teach me to read your lips
With my lips
And I want you
To never let go.