today i felt the joints in your fingers like i was looking for something
and you touched my stomach the same way you interrupt yourself, um,
when you speak. your attention
is like your necklace, on and off, my
affection. admittedly, i was
looking for something
when peeling your skin, but i'll tell you this, i always will be
and you can smell my ambivalence more
than the others. so i like to hold your waist
and touch your hair, and wonder, when your fingers bend,
if you could loosen up. i know you didn't say it and that
you don't know i know it:
yes i am standing off but sending signals
through my hands, and even when i palm your chest
you can come forward
if just because i know you like to move-
and while i'm lost, if you ask me where i'm going,
i'll take your recommendations for places
to stay.