The figure sits on the page
Emotion squeezes through my ribcage
The curves, the light
Tantalising – bright

Look – Don’t Touch

The eyes wonder
Caressing the view
Fingers of imagination feeling
Longing for the reality

Making it flesh – sensory
But only like a memory
Untouchable – except in thought
Breaking me down to naught

Look – Don’t Touch

Just how the hell do I live this?
How do I stay away – alone?
Do I just sit in stasis?
Gradually turning to stone?

Does anyone else get this?
Or can they too easily get to bliss?
I watch and wonder – staying solo
Trying to ponder – but just getting low.

Look – Don’t Touch

You would think I would have cracked this by now
But all I know is how to take a final bow
Fall through the crack
Splat!

Just eff off and die
All too easy to unground and go for the sky
A man left alone
Pulling himself into just a skeleton – a bone.