Lost

I open for possible
For cautious hopeful
For sun dappled light on white sheets
Melting into my skin
As I rise
And turn, face down and kissing cotton
Fisting salvation
as the light motes across my back
And then bend deep
With a groan
Of pain, of pleasure, of understanding
That long, low female sound
Echoing
Between valleys of carved out time
Spread my legs, expose
my soft hidden heartbeat
To arch unto
The knowledge
That grips my hips
Making blue and purple fingerprints
Lifts me to my toes
And sinks into
My moan.