Finally, You See Me


I brush her face and she doesn’t speak
I lay down my tools, my foolish defenses
she smiles, we embrace
I caress her with my gentle fingertips
one stroke at a time, I make out her figure
I feel what she wants to say
I hear her call
her body radiates and oozes with pleasure
I rub here and scratch there
some strokes short and fast
others long and slow
I step back to look at her
she looks back at me
saying “finally, you see me.” 

- Haley Needle