Feel Me

I see him standing there and my fingers shake to reach out and brush his soft skin. I feel the goose bumps chill up his arms and i wonder if i did this.
i can feel her looking at me by a sense not easily defined. static between us chooses me as the victim when it's broken by a touch that hits more than just skin
he's breathing as if i pegged not only his heart but his lungs too with one sharp jab. "Can you hear me?" Speaking to myself, convinced the halo of the situation surrounds only me. He answers.
“Yes,” and as a glass sheet has been put on my mouth, i try to scream out for a savior. in vain. my mind inhibits me. her feelings aren't just hers when she asks to talk
I lean in. Hoping a simplistic kiss would close an awkward situation but he wont allow it. He's forcing me to respond. To feed the desire that i cannot even touch, nonetheless eat with the devouring bites he's used so many other times. i will not fall into this trap, “Please."
I look in his eyes.
No, knowing these simple pair of lips would do little more than nothing, i deny the attempt to pull my wicker-weaved fabric of being from my mouth. how can something so grand be derived from nothing? it defies nature, it defines my entirety.
He doesn't even know what the simple out reach meant to me, as he denies me even the smallest favor. "If you can't, then who else will be willing?"
with just two simple flicks of my eyelids i retort, "and that, you must learn on your own, for who else possesses your heart?"