Skin Like Braille

I want to know how many scars you have
And how you got them.
I want to memorize the taste of your tongue
And feel your lips smile against mine.
I want to climb the curve of your lower back,
Your ribs,
Your fingers,
Your goosebumps.
I want to chart your anatomy
And read your skin like braille.
Actions speak louder than words, but i want
To be fluent in your body language.

I want to match the rhythm of your lungs,
I want to hear the thunder of your heartbeat.