You left me colder than
December ever could...

Raw hands climb slowly
on skin too soft...

My head bobbed
up and down...

Pulses of a night long ago
pushed deep into his memory bank...

Chills come quickly now
Raising bumps on my bare shoulders...

Can a wide open space
be too wide? too vast...

I'm left upside down
Inside out and mind reversed...

Your eyes dig deep inside of me
Scratching at my skin...

She talks loudly.
Too loudly...

Forgive my weary eyes
and forgive these reluctant hands...

Is it him?
Not desperately unwilling, but perfectly...

With cheeks rosy and hands fumbling
you led me up the stairs...