Still full of Questions

©carol voccia 2012                

I tuck my fingers under my thighs

To keep them off you

While I scan your outline for

All the places you keep secrets

I inhale wanting to touch you deeper

My breath holds on to itself

As I wrap around you in a warm soft hug

Parting stilled in questions   

I long to brush your face

With my fingertips

Holding it in my hands for clues

We part to go on alone

I can feel the trap doors

Closing

Slamming shut

Paranoia seeps under day light cracks

Leaving rust notes