Sunday, October 23, 2016

Once More for the Muse

What Fear Looks Like

One would think
I'd have learned by now
not to get too close,

because once I do,
the next day
you back away

towards the other.
In one moment,
we're near enough

to breathe each other's breath.
I want to touch your face,
finger the rough edges

around your mouth
where you never
bother to shave,

run my tongue across your lips,
kiss your neck
where the base meets

your collarbone,
revel in the smell
of the oneness

you made me believe in,
put my hand on your chest,
feeling the t-shirt beneath,

hiding the heartbeat
I know is there,
pumping for someone else.

copyright 2016, Katherine Gotthardt
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