new skin

after this long my skin is a new thing. All the cells that remember your fingers have been rubbed away. This is virgin territory, your hands on my new back. And this new skin I am in is hungy for it. The game I had planned is forgotten in this race to put your new skin on mine and in mine. I am all moist openings and hungry breath. I am no time at all. I am a hurry. No and Not Yet are words that my new lips have forgotten. I take you hurriedly and without pause. You struggle to keep pace with me. I am on my own trajectory and you scramble to stay with me on this afternoon, after so much wait, and with the sunlight filtered through the coy slat blinds licking patterns on our new naked flesh.