Touch

You go through me
like a knife cuts an apple in two
like an arrow pierces the flesh
like a gunshot echoes through a lifeless form
like a fire burns the heart of the forest
like a tornado tears the landscape

You touch me
like a horse kicks the barn door
like a dinner plate clatters to the floor
like a hot skillet on my palm
like a walk on broken glass
like a blinding white hot light

You love me
like a . . .

Oh! You don't love me at all.


09-OCT-95
@1995

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