Where We Touch

In the personal realm,
where we touch
and are touched.
Much deeper then,
the toll, just when we
reach the molten core.
Unbalanced by
another's need for more.
Complicated patterns
interrupted by a weave
we've never seen.
Interlacing threads
joined in a living tapestry.
Clinging even as the needle
punctures our thin skin.
Fearing every slice
of crosscut scams.
In the personal realm
where we touch
and are touched.
Nothing's easy.
Innocence is lost.
Tossed upon the shore
by ever greater waking waves.
Leading us, in inches, towards
a grave misjudgment of mortality.
This works and that doesn't.
This won't and that wasn't so bad.
Tendencies secreted.
Hiding in mere cells of flesh.
Flushed out in a sweaty mess.
Mysterious, they call it ecstasy.

In the personal realm
where we touch
and are touched.
And every touch must
change the everything...

? Michaelette ?

2/12/2005
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