Under the Table You Touch Me

Your knee glances off my knee
and then returns
like some furtive bird 
or frightened animal,
restless and unsettled.
I sit very still
and wait:
Was it an accident?
If I'm very still maybe 
you won't be afraid.
Above the table we're talking
and it's like nothing's happening 
below,
but i feel the subtext
your thigh
pressed against mine.

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[Poetic Beauty]

There are many moments in life that can make you feel this way. I love how you portray this in your poem. A simple knee touching your knee. Great job.