Cori at the Touch

Rollercoaster
Five-star meal
Devastation
School expulsion
Conspiracy theories

Cori can't concentrate
Because she's too busy
Trying to concentrate
On not concentrating

Feeling his hands
His lips
On her waist
On the sides of her
On the top of her
Coming from underneath her

His breath feels like the first time
You let your body fall into a pool
On the first day of summer
When it might still be too cool

Reverberating
Rhythm
Restless
Rock star
Ripped up

She loses her hands in his hair
And his hands down her thighs
Around the bend
Back from two doors down
Where her neighbors are probably
Possibly
Probably
Listening

She wants to let him take her over
Like a wave overtaking the sand on the beach
But instead she runs into the house
And down the stairs
And into the basement
And there's a bed
And she's under the covers

But already she's shaking
Taking time
To remember
That he's only trying
To make her feel good

And then she feels the Touch
And it's the right touch
It's a capital 'T' kind of 'Touch'

And she's there
Seven miles above him
In love with him
Ready to marry him
Kind of love

And tomorrow they'll have bagels
And crack jokes at each other

But for now
This is it

This is Cori
At the Touch