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