Give me your hand. Place it on my bare breast
and take the chance of merging skin with skin.
Your hand will hold the heat when you withdraw it,
leaving a cold, invisible handprint,
change for both of us. Who knows what comes next?
Desire, like any investment, means risk,
for decision is part of sensation
and not the least pleasurable element.
To choose is never a casual act,
nor is love, nor is any handmade gift.
I have unwrapped myself: If you hold back,
your hand will remain empty, a high cost
for no interest. With a single touch,
we balance gain and loss--the feel of choice.
Martha Elizabeth