*innapropriate

gauging over the non-movement

struck by a million endearing
pieces of you

stay away I want to keep you inside

close your eyes and let it go
let me go

it's not - above all - on the lack
what is missing from the key
features of loneliness,
shadows of what was to be

it's on the mercy
how could it not?
yearning for substance
smelling and tasting of you
(still)

bodies tingle
fresh skin
i am home by then.

condensed symmetry
(oh! marvellous sightings!)
yells louder than words

sometimes needing is just that -
for a second, for a touch
never to be again

only to serve