coffee and cream

barely there but oh so scared

holding tight to reservations

counting down the constellations

measuring the whites of your eyes

calculating the contrast of the sky

fingers trace across a thigh

hands held high

don't ask me why

maybe tears are brightness

I have felt the weight of your glare

holding tight not much to spare

counting up the words unsung

measuring buttons undone

calculating losses in battles won

fingers have felt the smoothest air

hands in hair

don't ask me where

maybe tears are darkest