“Tip toe your fingers across the globe of my skin and find a new home.”
“He rode death's horse by the tips of his fingers and the tips of his toes.”
“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.”
“I felt the warmth of his gaze from the tips of my hair to the tips of my toes.”
“How many hours can one person spend locked in a bathroom, looking at skin, hair, eyes. Feeling fingers, toes. And the absurdity of a belly button?”
“Then I placed the blade next to the skin on my palm. A tingle arched across my scalp. The floor tipped up at me and my body spilled away. Then I was on the ceiling looking down, waiting to see what would happen next...”