Your Touch

Stickers catch on satin, words that come to mind but don’t vocalize.

Everything I ever wanted sits beside, but somehow just beyond.


Suddenly the kiss of wind and the touch of flames

whispers so slight across my skin.


Panting fire, sweet fire licks its way across and swallows me whole,

a key in a key hole.

You are every empty part of me full.


You are a dreamland a vision yet vast

but your touch of fire is as real and all consuming

as nothing I could compare it to.


My one uncertainty but my one surety
Don’t let me fear our solidarity.