three shorts
02/16/2011 03:07 a.m.
lust:
in a dim room
an immeasurable interval of space between
your lips and your greatest
trap

you reach a cautioned hand first—
it is only you and a
ghost you've created

*

insatiable appetite for more
than sex:
romance, secrets, the fearful first touch
the newborn feeling
that cannot coexist with the
familiar

*

the touch is cold
and quick, not lingering
over the vulnerable softness on the
inside of the wrist or
below the jaw

the kiss is dry and distracted

the embrace is safe
but i am rattling the childproof lock
on my playpen