recoil

hands slide over my waist like socks on a wooden floor

as careless and as easy while my innocence

nurses in the adjacent room

dark as midnight suburbia

silence blaring

before you

apprehension was my first lover 

held me much tighter than you do

handled me too rough and left me too breathless 

filling me until i overflow

i should have told you not to romanticize my shaking

that with every kiss i resisted the urge to recoil

maybe you tasted like moonlight in the mornings

and like sunlight in the evenings

because we were never in the same time zone