Unwanting You

My arms cross
for the simple
but unexplainable reason
that has nothing to do
with the weather.

Inside,
my heart pounds.
Inside,
a pair of butterfly wings
emerge and
flutter.
Inside,
I resist the urge...

Instead

I vigorously clean
the kitchen counter
hoping you won't notice
how immaculate
it already is.

Instead

I avoid your eyes
to hide
my thoughts
that swim
within my own.

Instead

I watch you
close the door
and wait
for the gentle click
then echo
of your good-bye.