her touch is so gentle
and her hands, so soft.
smoothly, they glide
briefly across

my skin; i breath
her scent into my lungs
deeply
briefly

she must never know
the thoroughness of
my enjoyment of
her fingertips.

fluttering eyelids
and stilled motion
might give me
away, but

even still, she must
never
know

.

i feel like you don't see me
i'm shimmering in the light
but it doesn't catch quite right

i don't cast shadows
i get caught in feathers of wings
and get carried away

like pollen on a bee

something split
and broke
inside me

cracked like
fragments
pieces of
an idea

i served a purpose
i am nothing
i held love
i am empty

all that leaves me
is salt water
and good deeds

what purpose do i fill
if i have nothing to pour?

don't read me a poem that rhymes
it rings too perfectly
the tuning fork of prose

but if you must to entertain and please
then speak to me in
asymmetries that pull me in

and let me fall into a rhythm
that i can croon to
move and sway for

do that, and we can play

receive me
like radio waves
i'm signaling you
to pick up the phone

log onto
your inner net
I left a message
but don't check it

it's blank
I have nothing to say
I just want
to talk to you

can you feel me?

-s.a.