Invisible hands
tongue my body with
licks of substantial nothing.

Invisible lover, come,
prove yourself to me,
not in unabsolutes,
but in my reality.

Please…

Indomitable hands,
you unnerve me with
rapture of licks sustained.

Indomitable lover, go,
prove yourself to me,
not in reality,
but in unabsolutes.

Please…

Invisible lover, come,
into me…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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