penny and me tonight

early morning. you, stretched out, straddled across my back. cold hands. tiny fingers. tracing lines, and shapes, and words and thoughts into the skin on my back. following the arc of my spine, to the base of my neck, and back, down to the loose fabric of my half-buttoned jeans. knots in my back that spell out the words that rattle, heavy in my empty head. pretty words that remind me of you. blood like honey. slow moving. lazy eyes. the color of honey. sideways smile. breathe deep. if you’re tired, sleep. you’re all i need, and we’ve got all day.