-touch is like kiss is like voice is like
cool water on a burn
I accept the weakness that accepts the strength that accepts life
has a way of getting worse
but I won't blame you and you don't blame me
for the world
"the bullshit stays outside"
our pact is
closing doors is
intimate space is
pushing confined roaring sweating striving riding rumble flying hurting pounding pulsing releasing soft cries infinite being velvet all out bliss slick scent
- in comes Heaven-
a shared language we speak in hands held eyes locked smiles shared tears spared children loved.