Braille

What did your hands read through the braille of my body hair? Did you find an interpretation for every hieroglyph? Reveal the secrets of every inch of me with only your soft, well-trained hands?

It lasted all day, just like things are supposed to. We slowly fell into comfort with each other. Under my hands I felt your tattooed skin, its bumps and untold secrets, everything covered in ink each with a story. Perhaps your skin is the more mysterious for all its many different colors. Perhaps every piercing on your body hides something I cannot comprehend, you are a labyrinth of mysteries, and I can only rejoice in that.

I've never made out in a changing room at a department store before, but it was the perfect moment in which to do it. The stars aligned, perhaps, to create that moment wherein the firefly sparks lit up behind my eyelids.

I didn't think it would turn out like this.