I touch you
and
it wrecks my soul.
It tears at all that fetters me here,
It leaves me wondering where I'm from,
Who I am,
What it means to be alive.
I touch you and
I lose myself.
I lose myself in you and
I'm not sure
It's healthy.
Like the pleasure I get from coca cola
Or the orgasmic sensation of good chocolate.
I get lost in the feeling and the heat of you,
And I'm gone.
I'm gone when I touch you.
I've lost my way and all hope of direction,
But all the little things that held me back or
Created contention are lost, too.
And somewhere in the wreckage of my soul and yours
I'm found.
