the same way the sun begins to rise. Just a peek - a glimmer - creeping 

        up, creeping high enough to its peak. The glimmer so great, the light spills

        over and out and through.

Through my fingertips. Racing and searching through my shell, trying to

grab hold of me. Grabbing hold of the walls

        filling the space

        forcing its mark

        making a point

        engraving your name

        where you should be.

with my fingertips: y o u, I trace,

mine aching to press against yours.