intimacy
is how i carry your tea mug to your desk after making it
how you ask me if i will come down and smoke with you and
how i have to look away when you’re rolling my cigarette because i think i cannot take seeing you lick the paper
how i reach for your lighter and you chuckle
how you look at me when we are talking and i look away because i cannot take the intensity of my own feelings and i do not want to hope i do not want to hope i do not want to hope
i hope.
i hope it will not kill me.













