Poem: Gut Instinct

You’re touching me like
You should know better
I can feel the tension in your fingers
And your breaths are shallow
Like you daren’t inhale

Not that long ago
You would’ve paid to drink me in
To almost cradle me within you
And now you’re holding something back
It’s almost sinister

I could put you on the spot
Plead explanation
And abandon - an
Amnesty of all things I don’t want to know

But tho it’s tentative it’s tender
Maybe guilty but some recompense
I’ll give you til the morning
Then I’m gone