Stroke me, pulse me away,
draw it out on your fingertips,
vindicate my being

Evoke, cause me to emote,
to throb, to pulsate sine-like

An electric barb, a spark
in the night eclipses twilight

Bite my lips, draw blood,
pinpoints to rivulets,
my heart as your amulet

Among the softest things
consider the kiss

The prelude,
this moment

Chagall 2019