Urges to reach
for intimacy, to
pull, yank, twist
each other into
connections are
a bitter realization
that we need something
more than keystroke
correspondences or
reflective reality.
Touches must have
temperature. There is
no satisfaction in
static shocks. Feel
how hot my skin runs.
2/8/11
for intimacy, to
pull, yank, twist
each other into
connections are
a bitter realization
that we need something
more than keystroke
correspondences or
reflective reality.
Touches must have
temperature. There is
no satisfaction in
static shocks. Feel
how hot my skin runs.
James, I LOVE this poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Nancy--I could use a bit of a boost right about now!
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