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.
