My lovers want to know if I will write blogs about them

My
lovers
want to
know if
I will
write
blogs
about them

Do you
have
the hands
of God
himself,
I ask

A light
touch
that can turn
silk to stone
to silk

Or illuminate
the crevices
of the
deepest
darkest
cavern

Or
perhaps,
like the ocean -
lap up
my ankles
and entwine
yourself
around them
weightlessly
as you crash

moving from
everything
to a soft
wet
nothing
in an instant

If so, I
will
write
every blog
about you