His fingers travel

up the length of my legs

criss-crossing my hipbones,

trailing my stomach and

swirling around my breasts

Leaving a glow like fireflies

in their wake

I’m lit up, bone-deep.

When the morning sun

hits his beautiful face,

his long, dark eyelashes open to reveal

his honey olive eyes

and he tells me his dreams-

with just a few words

I travel.