touch 02.09.99

touch

you drunken me with your touch
unspoken desires and dreams
become as clear as a mountain spring
the words i cannot say, the words i will not say
and i will not ruin them even though i hear them in your touch
and try to convey them with my touch
can you feel my words
things left unspoken matter not in your touch
you scream them so loudly
do you even know how intently my flesh listens
do you know your touch is an open book
unspoken desires and dreams
i hear them through your touch
but i will never bring them to the vocal plane
for they would loose intensity
and they would never be admitted by you or me
truly a great injustice
so i’ll listen to your touch and never speak a word