The Essence of Touch


Primal, first, before god, before fear
Simple, no sentiment
Just essence.
I had forgotten what it means
To be alone, together.
Seeking simple nothing.

The essence of touch,
To be held is finite bliss.
There is no Christ in my domain.
I sinned,
And I will pay for it.
There is no god in my life,
Though I do not say there is none,

I would lie lonely with you forever
With hungered breath,
Quickened heart and longing lips
Maybe touch,
Yours,
Will be my god.