human hands

she touches me with her
human hands
and i feel each contoured
corridor on the flesh of
her fingers. she starts to see me for
what i wish i
were. where we might
be led is another matter,
down the haunted hallways
of our human hearts,
hand in human hand,
soft and sensitive with
a lather of lotion. my one
and only heart next to hers.
human skin entwined in
parts. this is what keeps
me here, as we keep winding around
the same old sight-stunning sun.
human hungers for human,
human hands and human
hearts. she will hold me slowly,
sweetly breathe me. we
will seep into each other’s skin
and simply vanish. like a
lullaby, like a song sung
softly in the nighttime: i am
here today, here am i.