Touch me because I'm here
for every second
wanting moment that we fear
to tread on our new toes
walking, taking life as one
Touch me because there's ice
such cold indifference
hard-six die
dice that men
must roll sometimes
Touch me because I'm sick
too quick to judge
to spit or lie
save your skin, on which
I rest
the nudge or glimpse
that makes me stick
Touch me because you can
for every single wasted gesture
one thing right
one thing done
Touch me because we're strange
where weeds and lights bend bent
because we're different
kidding even
you're a woman
I'm a man
J. x
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