Love Hurts(edit)

[brynmawr1]

You come to me with a voice and a body, wanting.
I reach for you willing, offering.
 
You stay at finger tip’s distance, watching.
We’ve had this conversation before.                  This line feels odd to me.  I'd rather read how you responded to the "fingertip distance", the "watching".  This is a little jarring to convey the frustration of the repeated behavior.  Although, it was a little subconscious at the time.
 
You make eye contact.  I am not sure
what has changed.  Now you allow
 
my touch, all your places caressed; body
humming, eyes slitted in pleasure.
 
I feel the thrill of loving, not knowing             "thrill of loving" seems cliche to me.  Is it really only a thrill?  Isn't our greatest hope, not to be alone, involved?  
when sharp things might come.

The poem leads nicely (my two objections aside) to a very powerful last line.

TqB

TqB,
Thanks for your read and input.  You are right about the cliche.  Though they are seductive.  I have made some changes with that in mind.

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Hi Steve
Some in-line suggestions. Changed only with a green "r", and subtracted a couple words:

Your voice and body, wanting.
I reach, willing, and offering

at finger distance, watching.              This edit changes the meaning of the line too much for me
We’ve had this conversation before.

Eye contact.  Not sure
what changed.  Now you allow

touch, places caressed; body
humming.

The thrill of loving, not knowing
when sharp things might come.

Hi Mark,
Thanks for reading and commenting.  I have made changes, and even additional cuts, with the exception noted above.
Take care,
steve