-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

synesthesia

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.