More Poetics

I hate you
and the way your too-soft touch
falls lightly on my arm.
I hate the way you
hold me
and breath gently
into my ear
The very feel of your skin
brushing against mine
is cause enough for
goose pimples
to rise up on my body
I shudder at the very thought
of your embrace
and cannot bear to consider
that eventually you will be
inside of me
But most of all
I hate the way
you do all of this
continually
and yet never do it
enough