You sneak in
One finger at a time and take it off.
The blue knitted cloth
Slipping between us
We laid there, silent
Two fishes out of land
Your hand on my hand
The space between us thin
It’s silly how a sin
Can be so soft.
Our first kiss, a cross
Between the boundaries
You switch between the palms
And pulling at each finger,
Each gentle tug reveals more skin
Before I allow you to go back in
One finger at a time -
Until you have removed it
And slipped onto yourself
Proving a perfect fit