"her"

the silence
getting to me
eating away at the innards I see

I want the numbness to begin
I want the comfort of ,
I want to run, play, be free of
me

Walk on fire-coals
dance in the night
let my mind rest
as I live

feminine touch,
sweet, darling, venomous
engulf me.

standing shredded in the waste,
confused, but fine.

moving in stillness,
my mind touches the lips of many
past, present future.
craves the quiet embrace of pulsing hearts
the wet shoulder,
and the gentle head sobbing;
holding her.
touching her...
teasing the small neck hairs
grasping .
comfort memories

I wish I had her,
once more or ever?
I don't know.