Move your fingers on my skin and don’t stop, I couldn’t bear it if you did; I want you. Claim me, taste my sin, remind me why my soul feels like your fingertips against the tips of my collarbones. Against the crests of my hips. Move your fingers. Claim me. Don’t you see I want […]
An experimental poem by Jenora Vaswani on the theme of language and winter for The Bubble’s Christmas competition.