You choose to count every second
between your last touch & the next one
or else desire would overwhelm
Still your body craves connection
as the panacea can drug:
you desperately need a fix
Infinite neurons & cells
need that spark to ignite the
synapse & create pleasure
The pursuit will render
your heartbeat into null
& invalidate soul
Passionate moment
till decrescendo
what’s left: desire
to leach onto soul
How does one substitute lust
with a platonic embrace
when silence is more like luv
i’d rather read next to
him without us speaking
Then muddle words with luv
When i look in his
eyes i know that my
body will not crave
Because he loves
beyond the bonds
corporeal
Our bodies
stay apart
but connected
Mind &
Heart