Tuesday, 27 September 2011

touch.


Close my eyes and move backwards from them into myself.
Touch you so intently that I become my fingertips.
I forget where the rest of my body is when it’s not touching you.
I am whispering to you with my fingertips and you are listening with your skin. Intently.
‘Yes’.
I am pushing the affirmation so far forward the words are tripping over themselves in such a rush to be heard by you.
We are so close I can hear your eyelashes disturb the air. I am jealous of it.

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