Intimacy

The only intimacy i ever felt
that came from me without impurities
was in crowded places. Trains,
nightclubs, the backs of taxis; that's the kind
of reciprocation i'm after. The one
that simply is what it is: a warm hand, a clammy palm
accidently resting on my thigh,
my fingers. I don't move
them,
it,
because i rarely get touched like this;
where neither one of us wants anything
(but i want everything,
i'm dreaming of this)
where neither one of us wants anything
and we're so blasé about our bodies
that we don't even notice we are
touching.




April 2010