your eyes used to read me
they would flicker from one side to the other
and i’d wonder what you’d see
while you held your breath
i’d look back
in an attempt to tell you
all i could see were warm spring nights
with the windows open and the faint noise of whatever you wanted to do
the nook of your neck
felt the same way eons later
and i went back into a world
where the light was still soft and dim
like the dimly lit comfort of a warm bath
i don’t think
i could ever touch you
like the warm bath on my skin
each tuesday night
where i spent wondering where you were or
what you were up to
and maybe i’d
still love the feeling of a warm bath
the same time next week
and maybe you would look at me again
with the same intensity
as the feeling of the lavender soap in the bath
on my skin
as you once again made your mark on my heart
