turquoise malachite man

 

 

what secrets lie

behind those deep dark eyes

something wild

lurking in the shadows of the past

 

you move away

whenever i touch you

but you don’t go far

and i can’t stop touching you

 

i want to touch your ankles

i’ve never seen your ankles

but they’re under those jeans

that flop over those boots

 

my fingertips want to touch your neck

right there behind your ear

and caress the stone in your earlobe

softly with my thumb

 

it’s hard to read anything

in those deep dark eyes

but something makes me think

you want to touch me too