Pulling back my dress
Exposing the cold skin beneath
My body shivers
And my breath catches
He can't touch me.
His touch
Not greedy, but pawing
Like a bloodhound for answers.
I manage a word
Before you touch me again
And a current passes through me.
My head turns
And I look at him.
His face I know from memory
But his eyes
They aren't the same
I saw them moments ago
But these have a message
They invite me in
Despite my snapping
Biting back.
Because we've shared looks before
And they've meant
Nothing
So I turn back
Like this is
Nothing
Because I don't need
This question-marked worry
About us being
Something.
YOU ARE READING
I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...
