I don't meet your eyes for fear you'll see

Just what your touch does to me.

I'm an open book, all yours to read,

Inked with forgotten memory-

Nonsense that means much more to me.

My skin smells of you and I regret

That this aroma will be met

With selfish showers.

Last night my chest ached for hours

As I read a story that brought to mind

Thoughts of some nostalgic kind,

So you can't look me in my eyes

because you'll find them there.

Your solid gaze still strips me bare,

And I worry because I'm not caught up in the past

At all.

I wish you knew that presently,

I'm enveloped with your everything.