Thursday, April 16, 2015


I touch the hands
To keep from exploding
Knowing at kiss
Would consume me
And even the brief touch
Is too much
Lingering first on the finger tips
Then a spreading
Wild fire elsewhere
Beyond control
Searing to the bone
Scalding me
From inside out
This lust for life
Only felt or tasted,
The linger desire
For more
Tingling at the tip of finger
Or tongue
Each a tiny flicker of flame
And heat
Leading to apocalypse

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