Always touching, never touched
The appreciation of want is distant
Fading, stage 2 sunset
I wish they issued helmets
This isn’t the first time I’ve posted a decree
On this selfish need
Amplified to 11 in this heat
When proximity is not dry or shared
Except by the messy few
Catching myself wanting
And having to dig out once more
The thought enters my mind again
My assignment, solo performance?
Acceptance in horror, beaten
To support in general, never personal
This reads disjointed
As my thoughts and feelings
Just because I hear what I already know in my heart
The real one without a mind
Must I p(r)ay for an embrace, a caress?
My trust stays where it must
My faith tries to hold me
Just some days I don’t feel the touch.