Taking them, I run soft fingers over the edges, and doubt. Meet the family. You refuse, a lightly sugared negative. Distracting with further discovery.
Rooms get bigger, colder even though physics denies.
In the race we run you sweat rejection with every pore. Deluding myself I hand you Dixie Cups of love to quench your thirst. You toss them aside, empty instead of passing them back to be recycled. Rhythms changing imperceptibly while we listen. Too warm, desired, painful, your friendly touches conflict triggering memories I can't deny or purge.