Can't Touch This

This one came to me partially in a dream. I hope that it turns out to be at least satisfactory, because it was really just a shot in the dark. I'm warning you ahead of time that poetry is really not my forte.



Feel.

Hearts pumping blood
through the pulsating veins
of infatuation

Glands yearning to release
the liquids of intensity

Tongues struggling
to bring bodies into submission

For once,
please
let this be
good
let this be
serendipitous
let this be
right

Falls.

Legs shaken by
the shock of increased pressure

Toes grasping what is
left of reality

Water cooling the fire of passion,
and salt exciting and encouraging
the senses

Die.

Heart stands still
while waiting to be ignited
once more

Tongues unable to form the
language that
ignites the magic that
produces the passion that
formed the tragic

Ending.



Now, I digress.