Hours ago,
your fingers spidered up my arm
taunting
teasing
my quivering body.
But you did not notice my
s i g h
through the blanket.

We shared dessert,
shared a spoon,
shared a pillow,
but you will not share yourself.
I . a.m . n.o.t . a.l.l.o.w.e.d
and now, with gooseflesh still rising
and shivers in my neck,
I must remind you,
"I never asked to touch you."

07/15/2000

Posted on 10/26/2001
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