Your fingers found their way across my spine like raindrops on windshields
Without regret and without belonging there. They only stayed for a little while.

But you're still lingering in the living room
Where you drummed your fingers on his table because something I said was funny
He sets his coffee on that table every morning
It's the table that I've set his coffee on each morning for longer than I remember
He doesn't think I'm funny

My body doesn't remember what it feels like to be anything but his
And I hope it felt like being yours
Being beautiful, being touched, being held
Held is an action, it's a feeling when it's you
I feel held

And are you as tangled up in my feelings as I am?
Because they're sticking to me with static resiliency
They don't want to go
I don't want you to go

And now your teeth are on the tops of my ears
Nipping at my secrets
Because you can't kiss my scars

And your love has found its way into my life like rainclouds on summer skies
With purpose and with hesitancy. Where it will only stay for a little while