There are awkward times and people,
feelings and movements,
words fall short,
misinterpreting gestures

There are glances,
corner-eyed mischeif,
curious questioning

Why can't we talk?
What makes me unfamiliar?
untouchable/ talkable,
totally foreign

Your hand is limp,
head turned away,
hug one armed,
pat once,
don't touch me

Touching noses
opens up pathways,
foreheads melt together
what each holds behind it

Eyes speak for souls,
the wonderment,
the secret jubilee
of life,
in skin and out