Pleasantly lost. Something new. The ropey trenches of your fingerprints have me walking in circles. These miniscule loops bring joyful tears. I am careful not to dampen you with my saline. I wipe most away, but you nod to me. A guarantee from you that I can leave a few as a trail to get me home. Please do not let me drown myself in my own pleasure. You are kind as you allow me to traipse.

It is soft here. It is delicate. I may have wandered here before without recollection. The warmth radiating from your fatigued hands. Please do not enclose them while I drift. The tiny bit of clamminess from your unreasonable happiness – a moisture so sweet, I can hardly prevent myself from giving it my tongue. My legs are buckling from your pulse. My thighs are dewy. My mouth is dry. Dizzy and dumb with distraction, I let myself lie here. Please let me stay here forever.

You are disgruntled and testy. I was not to sleep here. I was not to stay. Your hands lift to your mouth. Each finger is licked clean and polished. I cling and lament as you taste me. My aroma was not to your liking. You quickly cup your hands and place them on the floor – a path for me. A signal to leave. A trick. 

Before I depart from your fingertips, you decide that it is not enough and all too much at once. You clap your hands and laugh as you smother me. My body is flattened. The blood and organs and bones only as small as a pin prick. You clean that off in a rusty sink without a single iota of remorse, only a smirk on your face and a smugness wafting from your being.