Rondeau

You touched me once and then drew back
as though from acid. Was it tact
that made you mumble and retreat?
Or did you spy, dark and complete
the future if we stayed that track?

A later time, you didn't lack
the courage to complete the task.
You finally let our bodies meet
You touched me once.

I watched you run, did not react.
Our silence was it's own compact.
An easier end it must have seemed;
no encouragement to dream.
Still, there are questions I would ask.
You touched me once.

9/15/11 dawn