As a lover 

of late night dancing
where bodies of strangers surround me 

I raise my arms

and let the hands of others
reach for me
without touching

Without knowing

the surface of how their hands feel

whether worn by labor or smooth and protected 

I only want to sense

the anticipation of their touch

In a game where I don’t have to fully engage 

with another person ́s body 

But instead I feel 

the skin of my own body

My own spine twisting in different directions
My shoulder blades moving 

like wings
As if

my body

is touching 

itself