From The Sex Issue
I want to be in your hands.
I want to be naked under your hand. Shiver under it.
I want to be had by you.
I want you to touch the inside of my legs. My waist. My arms.
I want to tremble under you and not be able to trust my legs to stand, nor my waist to keep me upright, nor my arms to feel the weather around me.
When I don’t trust myself.
I want you to take me, for granted. And don’t ask. Don’t ask. If.
I love you.
I want you inside me.
Errata: This poem appeared in a slightly different version in page 26 of the recent Issue. This, however, is the right version.
