i am at the market
reaching out for a yoghurt that was placed too high
i struggle, looking around for someone to help me
"um, excuse me?"
i tap on your shoulder,
you lock your dark brown eyes with mine
as you start paying attention to me,
"oh, it's you again, miss!" you say with excitement,
your smile widens,
and you help me get the thing
your hands are muscular and nice
your milky white skin is smooth as silk
but the hands are too cold