afraiding

at home tonight
my roommate's music comes through the floor
bjork sings and I remember the day
the wash of the streets I saw after the rain
the friends in cafes and at work
I feel my body relax and tighten
and tighten and relax
wanting just something intensely
yet also needing not to want
I think of you and wonder
why I so feel pulled still
into desire and longing
to touch your body again.
I won't send this poem
for fear of afraiding you
fraying the tenuous
flights we've flown.