I didn’t expect
To smolder the shadows away,The room like a winter’s door left open.
I am unworthy to touch
The dark silken threads falling
Over rising collarbone,
The soft crater beneath the ridge
To tongue or to draw a finger
If I could ever move.
How can it be that I am here
And you, so willing to not be?
Your eyes could swallow me whole
Your hair could hide my pain,
Your sex could annihilate my memory,
Make me obsolete, show me peace,
Surrender my fighting against
This misery of wanting,
The torture of knowing
The only way I can touch you
Is if I agree I will be gone.