18/365 : the Internet is no place for Intimacy

these days
I keep my secrets from the Internet

not like back when
I shared them there--
a few people would find my little hide-out
and we'd tumble like illicit lovers
in a late-night world
of feelings and words

now I want you to have them, flesh and scent
bones and movement
crossed legs with only air between us

come closer
lean your shoulder against mine
I want to feel the heat on you
I want to smell the signs
of your mortality
and your sex

I want your fingertips to hold my poems
unscroll my longings
taste my desire
for intimacy

I want you to be with me--
touchhhh