tonight i learnt that you have the gift of not leaving
and wherever i lie, whichever way i do so (fetus is my favourite)
you will still find a way of taking me in your arms.
time passes and i can’t figure out if i’m afraid
(1) of intimacy or, (2) that maybe you just don’t want to be intimate
with me. but then why else would you still be here?
when i touch you, i know what you are feeling.
when you touch me, i try to imagine what you are feeling
and hope you like what is beneath your fingers.
i felt your breath on my waiting face
light, like your ghost kiss on my restless lips.
we were lying so close i could feel it when you
all of your signs were glaringly there
and i loved your fingers tangled in my hair
something about you makes me nervous when you’re near.