proximity

you’re standing so close
trying to explain something
i don’t know what it is
you’re saying
exactly
because your words are
drowned out
by heart beats in my ears
you reach forward
to point out something
i think
(damn my one track mind)
your arm brushes
mine and scorches
my skin
even through our shirts
i smile and nod
and continue to pretend
to care more about the words
coming out of your mouth
than the shape of them
but, i can’t help contemplating
how they would feel
how they would move
how they would taste
pressed against mine
i force myself to
move my stare from your
beautiful mouth
to meet your dark eyes
but this does not help
my hopeless situation
because they are
piercing through me
and for a moment
i am afraid that the
throaty moan
that has been trapped
finally escaped the confines of
my parting lips
but you are still talking
and so am i
yet the context of our conversation
seems like a charade
or a cover up
for the dialogue that is occurring
between our eyes and
yearning bodies
at least i think you feel it too
because i swear that i just heard
your breath quicken
and almost catch
when i casually (but deliberately)
touched your arm while
laughing at your joke
i probably shouldn’t have
but i honestly couldn’t help it
my reaction to you
is a reflex

March 16, 2013