stop touching me, get to loving me

a poem

at the epicenter of love, i melt.

& i wish
that i could see you without

all

this

skin

getting in the way

this is touch,
but it's not enough

this is language,
but it's not enough

this is me&you&everything
thatisandeverwas

Reader, it seems that I am used to doing escapril and poems are flowing out of me everyday. Forgive me for spamming your inboxes, but I am freer pretending this is just my digital archive, and whatever a stranger falls onto, then so be it.

Xoxo.