you belong.

i wonder

if crashing into

the still edges of solitude

will be enough?

in flatlining the birthright to touch,

perhaps

this is who I design as a destined kin?

but then I wonder,

in reaching for a light

and allowing the flame

to graze my skin,

if I would fall in love

with the sizzle and blister

of

reciprocation?

could leaning in be a way out,

and then into bed with my hands?

how exciting would it be

to be wanted

by

eyes so wide and willing,

that my own reflection began to melt

into the perfection

of

pores on skin.