They stand in the white room,
with bright lights,
with bright eyes.
His mind exposed and
her clothes off.
They look into each other.
Raw.
Just raw is how they are.
Words are pointless,
so they don't speak.
She walks up to him,
steadily.
Like a dementor, she breathes
his breathe.
Making him weak,
making him fall to his knees
for her.
Inches from her feet
he falls and yet
he still does not touch.
Almost discovered,
she jumps back.
He stands up.
He looks at her.
He truly looks at her.
He sees the marks on her body.
The imprint of the bra strap.
The prickly hair trying to grow back.
Her multicolored flesh.
The contours of her body.
The shape of her lips.
The movement of her hair.
Her desire to be touched,
yet his hands remain to himself.
They stand in front of each
other once more.
Their hands,
inches away from
each other's heart.
Ba-boom! Ba-boom! Ba-boom!
They feel the pulsation.
Overwhelmed by the sinsation.
Eyes opened.
Hearts opened.
Their hands touch for a moment.
Their backs turned,
they walk away from each other
exposed.
