I love your beginning. Some beginnings I read seem to have no purpose, but you defined your poem by the beginning lines. "i strapped my hands down to my body because i could not touch you." It started off the poem perfectly. :)

"my veins - sweet red caviar for your dry toast" Wow. Your tone in this is fantastic. The speaker's bitter attitude is coupled with an odd sense of acceptance; and interesting contrast.

"white ash" I like this description. Instead of just ash, you wrote "white ash", which seems, to me, more of a meaningless death. White, as in blank or plain or even forgetful. And it's also near the end, so it ties up the poem nicely.

-Peach/Kate, from the Review Marathon (link's in the profile!)

Briliant imagery.

"Because I could not touch you." The tone of this line is wonderful--the angst here is moving. I like that the speaker must 'contain' himself when he realizes that he cannot touch his lover. "My eyeballs fall out of their sockets." Brilliant imagery. Chilling, yet slightly comedic (in a macabre sort of way). I also liked the 'white ash' part at the end. Keep up the great work. :)