the man i cannot touch

there's a certain man

dusk for background

perfect blue swallows

yearned with opal traffic

 
i skyscraper fall

to re-soar again

up to the blood lid,

fingerprints wished all over me

 
within synapse ink

your voltages perform,

intimate silhouettes

take substance-less form

 
there's a certain fuck i

want you in to stir the quiet

indecent indigo hive,

and iridescent sweat petal swarms

 
thru' me your fingers

collapse the ash of

yesterday, i'll not roam the

past but in suitor aftermath

 
those trembled stems and

clothes strewn like blushes

if only for one second of my

heart pause you'd be upon me

 
like skin,

and the rain restarts to glisten

nearly as fire

what occurs behind

eyelid closure?

do you astride me

moonbeam paused by gloss

hedges where the silver

insects musician themselves?

appear over me as

a hand would caress

clay, adding more

to make glisten, drip

the sensual edges with

rain

and beneath our eclipses

make voltages turn their

hurried colours inside to

their outages, burnishing

them how a colour should

taste

advance intimate shiver

and the mind starts to crow,

that clandestine seed unfurls

from deep down inner

and the protein’s shoulder

glows

most thorough fingers

exact dew enough

further inches trespass,

interrogate my mouth

pass words into mine

entire lines

my sighed sexual

inside ecstatic droplets

mead exerts it’s

lovely extravagance

a jubilee of hotter

roots expel the

blandness of blood

about my waist

a furnace applies

it’s lit tongue

an inbuilt

spire

crimsons

explore whilst

the surface is

at low tide

exposing all

manner of

lickable synapses

gleam most when

you collect yourself

in me

refreshed as

new rain,

wonderfully glistened

share the

sugar of air

sculptures still at

stiffness

a moonbeam

sour, flay the adult

sky red banners

an arch of

wild kisses

embellishes

the adoration of

curves

before all

else quite

finishes