Touch Me

by Danka Sikorska
(Leszno, Poland)

I am sitting in the dark, silently.
Sipping a drink as I did many times in the past.

Only now I am blushing, for my skin
has never been caressed by such deep voice before.

Those gentle vibes are dancing all over my body
and I cannot help but shiver.

Finally I surrender and let that sound please me.

Your are a warm whisper floating across the room,
stopping at my table and resting in my ears.

A muffled groan comes out of my mouth.

Suddenly I feel speechless, naked…
Covered only with your words,
which suit me perfectly.

The room is filled with applause,
brightened by lights escaping through the window
as I walk away.

I left my glass slipper on the table
with a bittersweet lipstick mark on it.