Sweat

Photo: Catherine McMahon

His eyes dancing on my skin,
more tangible
than the stirring of another’s caress
has ever been,
even throughout all of me.

But is my very skin
beginning to betray me
with the light shimmer
forming in the instant
our eyes lock?
The two-faced galvanic response,
so easily excitable
only by your presence.

Can you see it?
Do you know?
You can’t.
I’d lose too much
if I let it show.