it's an introduction without contact
but I still sense that
same spark
which speaks
with trembling hands
while tongue-tied hopes
hold heart's half-plans
in the freedom of finer points
forgotten
and suppose you find
your old skin surprises
stretched taught (new tricks)
sweat slick
swallowing the night
like it never did
(comfortably)
sure
if ever you were close
we'd pick each others poison
perfect inebriation
and initiate that trouble you've been longing for
but you'd find me
already
punch-drunk on proximity
all awkward arms
secret smiles
and nervous laughter
revealing
I make plans like promises
I want you
in the dark
watching
stars
fall
not balancing
the distance
between
another arm's
embrace
I want you
on the hard ground
in the middle
of the lake
my hips' width
pressed
against your
length
[our sitting
setting
center stage]
I want you
in so many appropriate
inappropriate
ways
I
can't
help
I want us
all
entangled limbs
lost (in) ourselves