126pm
10 8 05

people are so easy, you said
easy to get a reaction out of
and to prove your point you ran a hand down my side
I'd like to tell you why

everyone longs for contact
whether it's folded in, tucked away, emotive promises
or an impassionless desire
and now my hands look red and my lips are probably swollen
I couldn't catch my breath until I sat down on the train
the same, it's all the same and you touch my fingers through a rain-scented window

swollen fingertips but everything is reduced to simplicity
you weren't asking for anything,
but for everything...

only twelve hours ago I was asking if I could touch your skin
you laughed and said, sure, you didn't mind
for every hand locking out of sight
for every repeated plea and every shaking minute of these past two nights
I didn't think you'd mind that people were easy.