I want to be the things you’ve not yet asked for,
To fill the gaps that punctuation suggests
But only a body can fill.
I want to dip and curve,
Ripple and bow,
Give to you pleasure you’ve not yet named.
Bring it forth with the simple prayer of words,
Shape them with your tongue syllable by syllable.
Lick and suck letter by letter,
Juice the future and sound out your need.
I am yours.
The treasure in the puzzle box,
Waiting to be sprung free.