I'm boosted by drink
And this inability to keep quiet
So I share my words
Hoping to find praise, or acceptance
Some other source of affection
Like a pat on the back, but without the touching
No hands, please
And I know you won't come closer
You fear something in the way my hands slide over you
And I can't change that
Even if I crave the touch
It comes sweeter with the infrequency
In my mind's silence you find both frustration and comfort
So I'll be your safe harbor and tormentor all in the same breath
Hoping, ever hoping that it will be enough
And that my human nature will continue to endear
As is ever annoys me