Let your touch be sinful
I called across the room but only in my head.
I brushed hair from my face once every 90 seconds.
I cover facial flaws compulsively.
I must look shorter than I am.
I hide even when I greet you.
I can't read you at all
You stand heads above me.
You move to this side of the room
You laugh and talk and gesticulate
You show off tailoring and manners
You say you are marvelous in your head and I hear it'
You touch my elbow and I'm violated.
I smile with my eyes down
I envy, admire, and hate you
I notice your shoes and cuffs
I memorize you tie
You speak in moderate tones
You ask minimally invasive questions
You lean down to catch my gaze
You lift my chin with your finger
I have butterflies and frogs
I catch your eyes when you make me
I know the temperature of your breath when you whisper
I get smaller every second
Your eyes can see everything I am hiding
You hear every stutter, every um.
You are better than me.
You keep talking to me.
I am moved in all directions
You see something I don't see
I giggle nervously and inappropriately
You take my hand quite firmly
I'm pulled close enough to smell you
You are close enough to touch all of me
I don't notice where you take me
You make motions to undress me
I know I don't deserve it
You push me not to care
I offer what I've dreamed of
You give me reason to invent inhibitions
I'll have to remember in the morning.
(a draft of course)
Write me a poem titled "Let your touch be sinful." Sexiness pleaz?
I called across the room but only in my head.
I brushed hair from my face once every 90 seconds.
I cover facial flaws compulsively.
I must look shorter than I am.
I hide even when I greet you.
I can't read you at all
You stand heads above me.
You move to this side of the room
You laugh and talk and gesticulate
You show off tailoring and manners
You say you are marvelous in your head and I hear it'
You touch my elbow and I'm violated.
I smile with my eyes down
I envy, admire, and hate you
I notice your shoes and cuffs
I memorize you tie
You speak in moderate tones
You ask minimally invasive questions
You lean down to catch my gaze
You lift my chin with your finger
I have butterflies and frogs
I catch your eyes when you make me
I know the temperature of your breath when you whisper
I get smaller every second
Your eyes can see everything I am hiding
You hear every stutter, every um.
You are better than me.
You keep talking to me.
I am moved in all directions
You see something I don't see
I giggle nervously and inappropriately
You take my hand quite firmly
I'm pulled close enough to smell you
You are close enough to touch all of me
I don't notice where you take me
You make motions to undress me
I know I don't deserve it
You push me not to care
I offer what I've dreamed of
You give me reason to invent inhibitions
I'll have to remember in the morning.
(a draft of course)
Write me a poem titled "Let your touch be sinful." Sexiness pleaz?
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But then, it's usually about what I hear, not what I feel...
I knew a girl once
Bright, cruel child of God-
No more cruel than love or nature
Were I fair
As she was.
The first sin is doubt
Not so much of God
But of one's self
Second, seeking hope
Outside one's self
Not so much of God.
These things I learned
And learned nothing beyond
The slow warm flush, sitting in the sun,
Remembering a shared night
Before other nights-
Remembering her strengths,
And her beautiful pain I could not touch:
This is past and I still doubt
But then too,
I hope.
And so, if we are fallen
I hope we fall together
In a glorious tangle;
I hope you seek to touch my pain
And make it less, as I would touch yours
And hope to hear something like pain
But changed.
Let your touch be sinful,
graceful child
And never doubt that I am yours.