Wear

The force of an

Attraction unforced and

Requited by my presence

But I wear you

One finger at a time

You fit so well

Onto my hand

And I am rapt attention

In how I feel each pulse

Of you

Reaching into taut anteriority

Muscular and slick

Where I write my name

Onto your soul

I wear you,

Baby girl

But I do not

Wear you out