Wanting

The need to stop contradicts my need to touch

To take the kiss you offer me

And burn my lips with the taste of want

Blinded by a fever you give me

Limping footsteps pull me backwards

Back from the heat of your touch

Tears my skin and chokes me

That your touch may hurt me or love me

Dissolves me and runs me

Through the cracks of the ground

And I fade with only the scent of your lips

To linger

Valerie Masters