Chloé

i’d like you to never touch me and only give in as soon as i do,

i’d like to feel the fear connect through my fingertips while i touch your arms and notice every particle on them jump up to meet me in consequence

i want to have you in ways you will never have me,

traumatize you even with the idea

i’d like to keep you up at night materializing the frames of how my skin is so soft in the late hours

maybe you sneak into the room when the people are asleep

you hover at the door and feel the beast take over as your mind detains it

what would it feel like for you to kiss me in an absolute silence? where we need to be quiet but we never knew how

we have been so loud with each glance, i remember inside voices from when i was in school

don’t talk so loud as if we’re in the yard, we must speak as children do

when we are not aware of social norms, we imitate

the silence that is never silent enough

and i’d kiss you in those disparaging moments where you’re not sure if it’s right yet

and you’ll never forget me