The Boiling Cools

When we first met

The crisp air boiled-

sweat beaded on forearms and toes

So first-

we tore off our sweaters and shirts,

than your boots and my skirt,

secrets revealed-

where you hid your flask…

what I kept in my socks,

Until nothing remained to cover us up

but our locks.

Though it got so hot

we shaved those too.

Bared to no one ever in the world, but you.

You knew every inch of my wet slicked skin

until my skin came off too-

You saw inside

The twists and turns

the straights and curves.

You said you were-

Happy,

I thought I was too.

But a knot built deeper

so deep inside

you couldn’t find,

filling me with a crisp cold.

I got tired and breathless, unable to heave.

So layers came up,

My skin redressed herself,

My once socks became long johns.

My once skirt became cotton pants.

Until I was bundled up,

Unaffected by your outside glance

your outside words-

and then when I really truly couldn't touch, feel nor hold you,

I left.