“But maybe a face that needs holding.

Or some laundry

that needs folding, like that other night

when I faced you, pulled your shirt

over your arms and heard you say,

everyone deserves this.

And I didn’t know if you meant a shirt

or arms or just someone

to pull it off of you.

Someone to touch

your free skin, to see the face

when a shirt leaves it, in good awe.”