Thirst of Touch

i am feeling too much, akin to stars
lining, burning with kerosene and
away.

that was eons ago. i tell you nothing
quenched the thirst of touch;
it's all hands, and eyes and kisses.

I was away. I saw the collapse of
structure and neatness and lost
nothing but undies and a smile because
fire fears emptiness.

I am feeling. tonight it is a prayer, a
solid line to my earth, her
strength is gravity and i tie, i tie
and hold on.