Thoughts and Your hands

What's the distance
between thoughts
and your hands?

The skin would neither
know nor care

far light years
maybe submerged
in nebulous ravines
of mutilated emotions
or whatever happens
on the streets the soul lives on
above me

it lives
in endless search of a shudder
to grasp out of thin air
it darts to steal the touch
and slam it violently
like a whip on a body

Your shot
without memory
a split earth
under crashed feet
dived in the lava of you

none
of before thoughts
leaves a whatever sign
the chasm swallows
every instance of me

Everything dissolves up front
a crisp biscuit
crumbled in milk
an impetuous touch
explosion that annihilates
heavy planets
graceful emotions
olfactory follies
and
handstorms
in the heart