Sweet Nothings, Part 3

III
I could not be more bare nor bear more shame naked.
I have watched your eyes slideshow flip through
desire, embarrassment, confusion, and contempt. Now
even the spotlight of your pity is radiant.
My fingers trace paths across your thighs like
over a treasure map I once memorized.
Not one of your timid kisses is permissive, but I am reeling,
whispering a plea onto your neck that we exchange
caked stones of nostalgia for glinting fantasy.