The distance grows further

between the girl and the world.

She fights to be avoided

Relinquishing the duty of

skin to skin contact.

Cloth brushes her arms

yet she doesn't feel it,

for she herself, is covered from the

world.

Eyes glance at her body.

Her skin.

Her gloves.

Brown eyes,

green, hazel

blue.

All watching her.

She feels him next to her

but keeps her head low.

She can't take

the memories of everyone

in her head.

Memories of him

in her head.

She locks then up,

in a metal box

but keeps his separately.

Apart for only her to keep.

Glowing hands.

Brief kisses.

Missed wishes.

He edges a bit closer,

Whispers "Mon chére…"

And she looks up into the eyes.

Red as red can be

Always fierce

Always burning

Except for her.

They fade so that she can

touch his soul.

Reach his mind.

And know all that he is.

He lingers in her head,

lasting from their

previous midnight meeting.

He does not tremble

at her touch.

She is thankful,

Yet still apprehensive.

Worried about

letting too much out.

Or too much in.

She leans in closer.

Feeling the warmth of his skin

on hers, cold.

She whispers back

"And yours forever."

Walking away into

a world not meant

for the one who cannot

touch.