I do not doubt my hands.
They’re slower now and sure
To find a way
On icy skin.
They melt a path.

My breath is not shy now.
It comes in low soft gasps
Or silent heat
Against his ear.
If I want that.

My new eyes won’t betray me.
Drawn to me by mossy calm
And promise of
A hidden depth,
He’ll be cheated.

I’ve mastered my hands.
Firmly now they’ll tread his
Back and chest
And thigh and waist and cheek.
He won’t doubt them.