"Skin On Skin"

God, I can’t feel you,

Sliding up against me,

Your breath on my face.

My head’s spinning as

I run my phantom fingers through

Your golden hair, fair as the

Sun in December. I wish I

Could touch you, I wish

We could live and breathe and

Be.

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I can’t. I can’t do it,

And you won’t let me. Once

Upon a time, I believed my

Delusion, wanted it,

Drowned in it. It wasn’t

Enough to have you next to

Me, the occasional brushing of

Skin on skin.

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I wanted to be yours, and,

For a while, I thought you’d

Be mine. I almost wish it

Weren’t so, so I’d never

Have to go through this, my

Heart a black hole, yours made

Of ice. I know it isn’t;

You’ve shown me otherwise.

Maybe actions do speak

Louder than words.

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Maybe you’re right.

Maybe we’re not meant to be

After all. I won’t

Believe it. You’ve shunned,

But I refuse to succumb.

The past is all that’s

Left behind from the present,

The future. So why is

It so warm, the others

Cold and uninviting?

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Please, don’t lie to me…

Tell me, whisper it softly

As I run my phantom fingers

Through your golden hair, fair

As the sun in December:

It wasn’t enough to have

You next to me, the

Occasional brushing of

Skin on Skin.