Under the Table You Touch Me

Under the Table You Touch Me

A Poem by Elizabeth

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.

© 2010 Elizabeth


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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.

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Elizabeth
Elizabeth

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I am a graduate student in Ohio working towards a master's degree in English, with a focus on critical theory and African and Middle Eastern Literature. I write poetry when I feel inspired, so it is k.. more..

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