touch

Stuck in the shadowlands,

In between desire and despair,

Where emotions resist the urge to spill;

-to confide in the sullen wallpaper that once held the nostalgia of wanted touch.

Defining the need-love that sucks upon a swollen breast and demands its fill until it rids us of foolish desire;

To be seen, to be heard-

To be touched was never enough.

Hiding behind delusion and alcohol, you gleamed.

You shone.

 

 

ida patton