Gift me

Call for me. Call for the sound of my voice that makes your skin rise up.

Long for me. Long for the warmth of my core in a meeting with yours, long for the touch of my dermis to make you feel inmost.

Eager me. Eager my continuous babbling to stimulate your thinkings, eager my goodbyes so you can crawl right back.

Love me, from your most deep desires to your most vulnerable scars. Get to know me, unravel me, soothe me and gift me a poem out of your soul and veins.