Fingerprint Poem by Kaitlyn Alizabeth Pijanowski

Fingerprint



A thousand grooves made nude
is nothing but a Lover's maze.
I ravish every turn in absolute.
Designed to never temper
and seemingly untouched -
Each time a new unknown
and every avenue unused.
Safety in the form of rims and ridges
Grown soft by our abandon.
I trace on you your every printed strand -
My love both born and buried in your hand.

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