Soliloquy

I touch your fingertips
and you tremble like a house on fire
I whisper ‘come on over’ into your ears
and you get startled like a cat in the rain

What is it that makes this so different
from what the two of us have battled before?
Why is there no longer any trepidation inside my mind
Why are there no demeaning and crude tastes in my mouth?

You tell me that you’ve never had this kind of love before
it’s as if you don’t know what to expect from it anymore
But then, I, too, have read about it only in books
set in some remote, far-off lands

Who’s going to take the reins when we both slack?
Have we ever given any thought as to what we
make of this kind of reciprocity we share?
Have we really thought this through?

It’s perhaps imaginary, but the mere vision of you in my mind
is enough to keep me awake for nights, maybe even weeks
I’ve tried telling this to you a lot of times but there’s always
the fear about what I would do if you decide to
look into my eyes.