I move away from
you, I look away from you
My eyes
averted, my attention elsewhere; anywhere but you
My voice is
stable, my motions well controlled.
One
Would never
know. One could never tell
One might
even guess the opposite
Not a trace
of betrayal in my gestures. As if
nothing at all
Nothing at
all
And all this
time
The warmth of
your painfully-alluring chest
is calling me
To sit in
your lap, to have your arms round me, my head under your chin
The smell of
you penetrate me
Was that the
scent in my dream, when
Your torso
leaned back
Your sweaty
skin against my breasts, glistening as if you just emerged from water
I say
naught. I do naught. I say and do naught
In the face
of this certain something
A skip. A thump. A skip, a thump, and a gasp—all at once
Even when our
fingers slightly touched in an ordinary act of object changing hands; less then
an inch, a few millimeters of skin against skin
Nothing much,
really. But
But
I quickly step
away and walk into the crisp autumn air
To type these
words
From the
safety of my keyboard
Aching for
more
