May 142011
by Kasandra Larsen
Take me away. Press
my thin and itchy skin
between your covers
all day. Make the journey
scary, addictive, guilty,
electric or more painful
than my limited imagination or
more sophisticated, a shade
that takes a new word
to describe. Let me hide
in the shadow of a thicker spine,
slide down satin ribbons
that languidly imply
your ample patience,
stopping time until
I arrive, dog-eared, foxed,
beat. Tempt me to try out
your untouched sheets.