My Upper Thigh

Lets make tracks

here’s a pen

draw on me.

glide the pen tip across the pale skin

of my hip bone.

Press down just a little harder.

Here’s a pen

draw on me.

remember when very young

it was said

the ink would poison you

permeate the skin

and murk up your blood

with infection.

Let’s make tracks

i have a pen

I’m drawing on myself

again.

Drinking red wine

with bare feet.

Thinking of your hands

thinking of your fingers.

wrapped around the circumfrance

of my upper thigh.

To prove how fine

and delicate

parts of me can be.

See how thin and dainty.

You could go a little higher

nothing frightens me.

Let’s make tracks.

Here’s a pen.

Draw on me.