Inconsolable Reverie: Self-Reflection

each touch slips hushed
until clasps of gasps wrap
eyes into slinking blinks

I could endeavor to unhinge
this morbid sensual sensitivity
from its sweaty palms

they say "learning to love is
like hoping the next hurricane
doesn't hit ashore this time"

but let me delve into that skin
stretch these walls into home
for you my ribs can creak

just show me that this investment
won't lead to broken levies
with a gentle nod now and again

the older I get it seems
I need some certainty
in what I am doing

just that it is real
but not why - trust me -
because that I can never believe

to me, these are all pinpoints
glimering in the darkness
caressing the canvass

the night's skin is my friend
our emptiness shatters time together
across the balconies of infinity