I would

I would

I take up my pen to write –
How else can I touch you?
I would meet your gaze
But they stalk it hungrily
Eager to tear it down
And leave it bleeding there.
I would gently brush
Your face
With my fingers,
I would rest my head
Against your shoulder,
My face turned
To breathe your warmth,
My lips tasting
The salty smoothness
of your skin.
But they watch.
They bind me.
I would draw you close
Then shuddering
At a touch
We would sweetly
Our yearning.


© Cate Kimberley and Word and Affect, 2012


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