nakedness

i don't know about confessional poetry generally, but this was just therealmost pre-hatched so here goes: Is it unfair that i should touch youin ways she doesn't, won't, can''t?Perhaps, but that matters so littlewhen your arms flex around my ribsan extra, breathless moment.Doesn't stop me twining a casual arm around your waist in movie lines,tucking a single strand behind your ear. My goodbye kiss have begun to landon your lips. There's no danger there...We both know better, her distantbut all too real presence a reminderof lessons learned and forgivenessunearned. Still, I can't help taking your pianist's hands in mineto stop their mindless trajectoryas you describe the futility of so much effort, no more than I can help wondering what it might be liketo wake up in your arms.