in_the_absence_of_human_touch blueberries for you i sit alone on the bed sheets yet crumpled, pillow still fragrant, memory of our sleeplessness fresh as the parting pain. in the absence of human touch, i am an animal discontented. i am a bird perched on the lonely tree longing. i am a flower struck dead by frost. i am a butterfly with a hole in its wing. bella morte. in the loss of flesh on flesh, when words were sighs and groans, when music was the sound our lips made, when two bodies united to make one explosion. you have gone away, but only time must pass and once again your hair will flow as a river across my chest. after the moon rises and cuts through the thick october clouds like a child with scissors never quite staying on the lines, after the last crickets seranade the end of indian summer with their lilting swan songs, after the shadows of the massive, century old walnut trees paint the leaf stewn grass, after the horses come out of the black night, grey ghosts emerging from silent thunder, moist breath in the outstretched palm. after then, you will return. 011025 ... Keemeers It was his touch that used to ignite everything in me. I used to run from passion, from desire, from those little roses that people buy from street kids at the bar. I used to run, full-tilt, heading for the wings and the wind and far enough away that I'd never be touched. That's what it was like before him. I was alone, in the absence of devotion and his hand caressing my cheek. I used to scream and hide, not wanting to be near those men who could destroy my heart and leave me so hurt that it only meant more neverending sentences and more run-on conversations with my head between my knees and my arms broken in shame. That's how life was before him. Before him it was tolerable, but empty. It was Sunday afternoons at the Joneses and Thursdays playing Bridge. It was empty, unfulfilled, untouched. I miss you. Shake it baby. 011025 ... lost the worst thing that happens to me. thats when i really start to hate myself. 011025 ... starved too long now and the momentary reprieve i was given has left me even hungrier than before why must it always be like this? 011025 ... icy . 050922 ... andru235 here i am 050922 ... lovekilledlove . 050923 ... egger i lose touch with Human 050923 what's it to you? who go blather from