Slippery

I touched the tepid fluid, tried to grasp it and it slipped.

My fingers recoiled from failure.  I bunched them against my chest.

There now, you tried, you see? Moist tips. Soft.

Weave a tight basket with flipper fingers, slippy dippy, try once more.

Clumsy ways. Suck the tip. Nip the cuticles. Next time maybe?

I need to grip it tightly otherwise it’ll slip away again. Is that the right mind- the right brain? Yes. Just hold on. Touch the wet.

Touch it.