During this, the longest and most sultry night 

Of the Battle of Reveal,

I want to talk to you,

But I don't have anything to say.

Can I just lay beside you on the battlefield?

You could talk quietly to me til Reveille,

While we pretend to be dead,

Or I could listen to hear you breathe.

I could brush my fingers over you

So lightly you might never know that it was me.

You might forget that I am here, 
And you might forget to wear your livery,

And I could see you as you are.

And then, if I say something accidentally,

I hope you will stay unclad

And not retreat to textiles.

But let me go back to speechlessness,

And let this inner war be won together

By embracing a brave tactile contingency 

On both fronts.

I won't tell you that I love you,

(But I do. You know I do.)

But can I tell you that

My nipples ache in your general direction?

-jenn