suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints

I'm picking up the phone and putting down this pen,
to let you know I'm writing you again

let your body sink into me like your favorite memory
like a line of poetry or a fucking fit of honesty

I don't care where you move, I don't care if it's far
all that I ask is that I know where you are
In case our timing is right, In case you need more from me
than a bit of advice or a tongue full of sympathy