You cannot touch the very affection you feel
The other person can feel your affection through your touch
Salty thoughts crack and spill solid crystals on the table
Where feeling meets yet disconnects
when you feel yourself falling in
Then catching a branch or rock to stop yourself going under
When you should just let yourself drown in it
Instead you stay above the water of love
Breathing like air was expensive
Desperate like some new born mammal
You couldn't just be tender just open up
Let the flow of something strong take you
You get so close to understanding your feelings
Words and actions come together to sensualize
Then out of the blue it all stings and stinks
Like mold on a psychological hornet stew
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