simple touches

This is how they all start, isn’t it.

A shuddering horse in the cold,

simple touches—

fall away, come away.

The way desire catches in the throat.

Shiver sounds like I don’t know what I’m doing here,

I don’t want to hurt

 

the silent heat between us.

© 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.


4 thoughts on “simple touches

    1. Thank you so much! I wrote this in the spring of my senior year when a lot of what I was writing didn’t feel too beautiful, so it is lovely to hear that. Thanks again. ❤

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