that touch of yours is as
— timid hands begging to be held,
in a lightless room where
can hear our thoughts and
my weakness is concealed.
And I know that when I do
press your gentle palm against my own for the first time
I will feel too much to think at all.
and I will have to swallow
that dripping desire
that I try to
“Restraint” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: Self-reflection by Jenn Mann & Flux by Sarah Cannon