My hands quivered like morning stems
unable to control myself
I hid behind my fears
untouchable.

He couldn’t stand tall enough
to steal a peak at me.
I wanted him to climb,
waited for eager eyes to
undress me, greet
my lips with the
deep green voice of the moon.

But no. Still cold.
I sit alone. Untouched,
desired but locked up
in too eager breaths and
words that cut through skin.
I tuck her into hopeless
pockets, and pray she
won’t look up again.