Laura Kayne

A Theory of Touch

You tell me I’m amazing,
as if it’s a theory you prove
with equations written on skin
by the tips of fingers or touch of lips.

I want to know what you see,
how different it is to what I see in the mirror:
normal, ordinary, constant,
fact already stated.

Your touch is fluid,
whispering over skin,
a secret shared by the two of us,
floating and malleable
in the small space between us.

This touch is soft enough to break me,
bend me to your equations,
to prove your theory,
reform me to your vision
and make me someone else.

Laura Kayne © 2008