You hold me like a crystal

I am sheltered in your palm

Your destiny sweats across me

So close， so close

There is no fear.

We converse¹ in silent dialogue

Sweaty bodies

Gripping beneath fluorescents

Greeting eyes behind muffins

And "to go" cups of coffee

The clunk of coins in a telephone box

A lost， torn cinema ticket.

You like me

Even in the morning，

A feeling as comfortable

As a crushed tissue in pocket.

You wrestle² with my thoughts

My time

My tongue.

Our eyes converse in mirrors

Two minds whisper in a foreign dialect

Fingers touch

And talk of many things， unmentioned.

You hold me in your gaze

Your memory，

Your touch.

You hold me，

You hold me like a crystal

I am sheltered in your palm.

Author： Cassandra Lee Obal