Like a hand clenched, grapsing hard
but not grapsing onto anything,
but what was there a moment ago.
Like a hand clenched, my body.
For so many weeks I wouldn’t sleep
with this tight, anxious worry.
But I am not sleeping tonight,
but this gentle unease is something new.
What is this?
This is desire.
I want to unclench my body,
I want to touch you.