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.