Fear

Can I hold your hand? I feel heartbeat from the wrist. Is it yours or mine? Our trembling hands. Your warmness. I want to spend the night with you. The words do not fall from my mouth. My quivering eyes. Now I hear my heartbeat in my ears. I want to cuddle with you. Would you look at my eyes more than my trite words? I’ve been inside of you. But there is no space for me to be in you. Your breath. Your sigh. Your fear. Your hesitation. I have to go. You leave through the door without looking back.