The Words Between Them: Desire

She is covered with the dark smudges of his want.

The words leap across the crackling space between them, 

and tumble across her, forming small bridges.

A deep red tumbles down her arm, 

a thin line tracing out a single cursive word, 

Freeform prose runs together and then bleeds apart.

The letters gently slip over her skin, snaking and rearranging. 

The 'D' spills out first, spreading, pooling and finally taking shape on the top of her hand
Trailing behind it, as if on a kite string, 'e' and 's' and then 'i,' 'r,' and 'e,' follow.

He imprints his want first onto her body,
then her soul.