Here is the key inscribed
with whispers: hush! read
it in your palms: lines crossing
our hands, a reflection stringing
us together with webs. Finger
paint your face: graphite smudges
from the heel of my hand, dragged
across the page. Hips and hearts
are woven together in capillary
tapestry—binding spines of broken
books. Our gilded edges are spun of
patchwork pages. Forget your ship
wrecked secrets stuck under my
fingernails; I'll sell you riddles trapped
in amber, a trade between only
you and me. Here is the key to crack
the code and steal away my
silence. Keep quiet.