• finnisam 10w

    Without Intimacy

    I was taught to love without intimacy,
    To admire without touching
    Even though he wanted me to.
    I always saw it as degeneracy
    To act on the impulse, he was trusting,
    But I didn’t trust myself to love you.
    I wanted our skin to touch, breath to mingle,
    All of that and more. I stopped just short
    And was alone with my regret.
    It didn’t really matter, I said, it’s sinful
    And I’ll leave it at that. It is what it is not,
    Right now it doesn’t matter. I’ll forget.