TELL ME

Tell me,
whisper it down my neck
on tongue.
Say it with your eyes,
in silence-

That I could feel ​your words
spun through fingertips,
sliding over shape,
my contours and curves.

Tell me,
perhaps with words
or a soliloquy,
a soft spoken sonnet or verse,
broken in beats,
meters of 5 and 7.

Teach me of God ​and creation
tell me everything-
That I can feel you done,
​inside me.
- Tiny Poet, Tell Me, 2017