Touch palm
Finger brush
Interlock
My cheek against your shoulder,
Your head on mine
A slight tilt of the head
Squeeze of the hand
My mouth melds so perfectly with yours
So gentle
Slow
Quiet
But I feel your hunger clawing at the insides of your brain
Crunch pavement
We brush hands
Trembling fingers unlock my door
My hands meet the fabric of your sweater
A kiss goodnight
I feel the ache for you come back,
And I want it gone.
