I daydream

about fracturing the body

void of pain

No screaming

No wincing

just an invasive exploration

of my sense of touch

and what the inside of your skin

feels like.

about rolling back the epidermis

of your forearm

to bare pulsating tissues,

I apply a single finger to each

vein

and caressing down the wrist,

displacing blood under my

fingertips.

I revel in the soft pressure

as each segment collapses

under my subtle weight.

I dream about

shucking off layers of my thighs

to expose my sinews

and pluck out taut and pliant

melodies

that reverberate up my bones

and knock my knees together

so they click to the beat.

of feeling every part of my body

rushing to just underneath my skin,

and the blood bubbling

only a pinch away

from popping.

about holes in the back of my hands

black cavities the size of dimes

that I can stretch and peer into

but never see the other side of,

when I turn my hands over,

bugs and dirt fall out

and I am clean.