Gooseflesh

An accidental movement,

Brief collision, collusion

Of forms.

The hair on your arms rises,

Gooseflesh.

I scan the diffuse darkness,

Seek the steady targets 

Of your pupils,

The measured cadence 

Of your mouth,

Draw a slow breath,

Wait.

Seconds slip by

As I search the persistent

Ambiguity of your eyes,

Focus

Until everything is 

Molecular,

Hover on the brink

For a single word,

An indicative pixel,

The flicker or furrow of a line

To sever the 

Tension.

A stasis

Aching to be shattered,

A stillness

Pressing in

Until we break

Gaze, and I look

Again at the vestigial terrain

Of your skin,

Reach out for you

With nothing but purpose,

And then,

Then your body speaks.

- kc