Shivers
You touch me.
Waves of shivers
shock my body,
chill my spine,
permeate my core.
You are the tourniquet
to my quaking past.
Membranes intertwine,
tangled masses of marked
tremors.
I am grown replenished
by your pulsing frost.
Trickled wetness cools me,
tender with emotion,
varnishing my depths
like cups of bleeding paint.
Your presence leaves my body,
a loss like peeled glue,
pulled from crooked curves
to rest my tilted
frame.
Share with me your words,
and I will give to you
every tear,
every tremble,
every piece of love
I have left.