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