Just another day in P,P.

You once held me in your palms
clasped together
concealing a jewel in the dark

I once leaned my head on your arm, carefree. Your hands rub my thighs, discretely, we can fool the eyes on the rear view mirror. No one seems to be looking.

When our faces become too close we can no longer see our own ages. It escapes me for all I feel is the softness of your cheek and how thick your lips are, at close inspection. That your tongue is playful and that your hands seem tireless as they grope hungrily for my flesh. Does it mean anything to you at all that I have entrusted you with my youth? That I have betrayed my own kind, the young, who long to cherish it. When your touch deserted me, did it occur to you at all that you have taken with you the sensation in my skin?

I try very hard to understand why you can never be mine
for it does not seem to matter to you
anymore
that
I know the ways of care
and that I can carry your mind
to the fineries of your soul
endless rumination of what is beautiful
the strangeness of every corridor
of what makes us human
and alive

You have forgotten
how I’ve breached you
and how you were dying to be
found out
by someone who would not
look away
from all your nakedness
both mind and body

The morning dew
glistens at the touch of the sun’s rays
greets the light and scatters
in to a thousand molecules