Fingers small this is the part of 
Falling in Love that does not hurt
grab my hand for a second
(mine are cold as always)
tracing fingers I know you are 
boiling 
Because I am boiling
and there is nothing to be done other than to
Stare 
and act unaware
you pretend to not see me dancing 
the way I can dance when I am free
moving hips and legs and arms like melted sugar and heat
you pretend to look away 
coffee dripping down my throat 
all my books are stained and a bit torn
I am not gentle with books or bags or clothes 

But oh 
I am so gentle with living and you