In the Air

I would strip and forever erase the armour of my soul and place the naked and fragile remains of all that I am in your trust to hold and keep safe, and in return I ask for a two second lock of eyes. I would feel as though I had just negotiated history's most gratifying deal, my thoughts as I write this have searched and received your spent static; my skin is stretching alive with goose bumps as though your touch is imminent.