long, beautiful, exquisite hands
high pitch giggles
white bed. light. from you and the morning
poetry: never only words
unless they drape around the curves of your body
the way i so desperately want to.
it will be our little secret
that you loved me
and i loved you
& nobody else will feel what we felt
skin on skin
hand in hand
pure and alone
nowhere to go : nowhere to be
just you and me
they will never know
and we will never tell them
but they will feel it in their bones
like i do
when i think about you
. . . . .
you're the kind of girl
people like me fall in love with.
but i knew you'd leave. i beat you to it.