My Livewire

this thing
is shackled by inertia
and shame.

my fearful dear
you’re made up
of second guesses.

we can’t move
because if I gesture
you flinch
and if you hint
I freeze.

I’m too afraid of
hunger’s cost
the residue of you
isn’t easy to
clean off.

oh, you said it all
without saying anything
and no matter how cleverly
I disguise my desire
to crack you open.
my want bleeds
through the screen.