you touched me

in a search for a feeling

a fullness

you haven’t experienced

a touch can not fill

a person without love

a stranger

a willing soul

craving an ounce of shivers

one ounce of raw



a brush

with a heart seeking

a touch that can not fill

a feeling felt without love

we touched

we felt

a new empty spot

another face

another willing soul

who couldn’t fill the empty

just raw flesh

I should become a carnivore

Written in 2005

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