Your Gaze

 
That look of yours on Friday as you left—still
it dislodges me completely from myself.
That is why I've lost all hold,
and burn my fingers literal with want.


That hunger for you
sets me aflame and freezes me both
To surrender into my own skin
And climb the stairs alone.
What to search through the cupboards
To find myself?


Then I remember your hands,
and all their different gestures.
The memory comes quick, so quick!
But truly........ without you it means nothing.
Then I rest a moment,
But only when you are near.