'Act'

It’s cold and makes my skin feel like

Limits

When I would be infinite;

I crave being more than me,

To feel with other skin,

To see with other eyes,

To not need to know

‘You’

Or

‘I’

But to be just

Doing

As words frame ‘feel’

And ‘know’

Flesh frames ‘act’

And that’s my

‘am’;

I want to breathe

Your breath

And sigh your life

I want to warm your

Heat;

No hims,

Hers,

Whens.

Just

Now,

And

Yes,

And

Please;

And hurts just in skin

(Not in

Empty

Or

In thought),

Squeezed, 

Slapped

or grazed

With sharp

Because these heal,

And can be drug-dosed out

In control;

I want to be filled

By my filling you

And released by your abandon.