I don't meet your eyes for fear you'll see
Just what your touch does to me.
I'm an open book, all yours to read,
Inked with forgotten memory-
Nonsense that means much more to me.
My skin smells of you and I regret
That this aroma will be met
With selfish showers.
Last night my chest ached for hours
As I read a story that brought to mind
Thoughts of some nostalgic kind,
So you can't look me in my eyes
because you'll find them there.
Your solid gaze still strips me bare,
And I worry because I'm not caught up in the past
At all.
I wish you knew that presently,
I'm enveloped with your everything.
