Words from my Fingertips

1:06pm: Poetry (because it's been a while)
my cheeks are numb
yet stinging,
dumb
they're swollen
with the imprint
of your hand.

what did they ever do
to your palm?
I wear half moon dents
of your finger nails
like decorative
things...

my cheeks are tingling
with stinging,
trembling
they're a deep set red
of a young girl's blush.

what did they ever do
to you, hon?
I wear the outlines
of each of your fingers
like painted
trinkets...

what did they ever do
to deserve?
numb
they couldn't have said
even an awful word...
dumb
they didn't know better,
I'm sure...
stinging
I wear the blush of a
innocent young girl
I wear the moon prints of your nails
like a goddess, I prevail...

I'm
numb
and trembling
dumb.

I'm
sorry
I
blush
in the pattern of your

hand.