We lay there
Our bodies were one.
But our souls turned away from one another
I anticipate the bed to push down,
then up again.
As he slips on his shoes.
For he was never fully exposed.
Body or self.
No.
That would be too intimate
Something our worlds do not know.
I wait for new air to come in and fill the room
as he leaves.
But I hear only breathing.
I feel trust,
building.
Attachment,
growing.
In true naked honestly,
I\'m more scared of what will happen if I run away.
So I stay. And I stare.
I stare, I stare, I stare.
For if I do not stare,
I may forget,
an inch of the sweet face,
who made me feel safe.
Even for just a night.