You delight me
by not touching,
by not assuming
the so ripe fruit
is yours to be greedily consumed,
by standing at the edge
of the line we drew.
You make me feel girlish,
shy,
and utterly aglow
and I am so damned willing
to open myself to you,
in giddy trust
not expecting perfect bliss,
or expert pleasure,
but hoping just to swim
in the warm waters
that seem to lap my toes,
ankles
calves
or any part of me
you are close enough to touch
when you remember
that we are not lovers.
by not touching,
by not assuming
the so ripe fruit
is yours to be greedily consumed,
by standing at the edge
of the line we drew.
You make me feel girlish,
shy,
and utterly aglow
and I am so damned willing
to open myself to you,
in giddy trust
not expecting perfect bliss,
or expert pleasure,
but hoping just to swim
in the warm waters
that seem to lap my toes,
ankles
calves
or any part of me
you are close enough to touch
when you remember
that we are not lovers.


