fingers.

his fingers rest on my palm

and they are gentle

they do not scratch

prod

or curl into fists

it feels strange

to see a set of fingers

rested in my hands

curling my own fingers around them

to keep them close

there is a map

on the palm of his hand

it could not be more perfect

i have no sense of direction

and when his gentle fingertips

meet soft flesh

i feel sparks

and stars

racing through the skin

like fireworks

and love

and love

and love

and love.