Welcome

you don't spend much time
peeking behind curtains,
rummaging through boxes,
pieces of my mind
tucked inside.
those remain untouched--
no breaks in the dust
from curious fingertips.
your fingertips
prefer to roam
through skin and hair,
pausing now and again
on gasping lip
pounding vein.

but I feel your presence
sitting cross-legged
at the hem of the curtain.
the untouched boxes don't feel alone
when your fingertips finish
with my skin hair lips veins
and fall asleep on my pillow.

companion--
I make room for you
in bed in mind.
your fingertips are welcome
to wander at will.