Irrational prose

short breaths
shapes and lines and movement
a longing to caress
sweat dried from desert sun rays
forgetting to get undressed
always punctured
stains and symbols and misfortunes
unlaced dirt traced boots
clinging singlets
drenched in desire
now hang loose
the wind blows over the abyss
fences and defences and no right to choose
stones and sand
glass that slides inside skin
like a glove
sharp and pretty and red
white never stays clean
forget everything you've learnt
summers merge with winters
bodies writhe like rivers
lapping and cold to begin with
warmth spreads from our fingers
heat overwhelming
longing to scream to break the silence
boiling point
jagged minutes
counting down and ticking off
every sleep is contact lost
every waking is closer to your touch
bleeding and fainting and painting
irrational prose
indifferent or indignant
i still wont take off my clothes