Tuesday, 01 September 2009

   

 

TOUCHING 

Tonight I touch, and you too
Touch; the flesh slides gently
Over the bare flesh. Fingers
Walk the gradient of a
Spine and count each bone; the beads
Shifting as they are counted. 

We read the body’s braille, and
How it sings to the blind touch!
We are devoured by touching;
Arms and thighs, moving against
And yet together! Our hands
Following a scent like hounds! 

Our edges blur. We soften
And melt outward. Becoming
Part of what we touch, become
A new existence. Snow and
Fur, each with a different
Softness. Metal. And your bones.

 

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