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
Which 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 you fade away with only the scent
Of your lips to linger
Valerie Masters
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