Graze Your Surface

I do not pine 

till I glance upon thee in mind

        ...for thou art an actuality                             

 breathing in and out

flesh

and I am set upon ...by ferociousness and rancor

ardent ...greedy un-feedable need

hysterical desperation

then...harmonic and fluid

liquid gold pours from my soul...cascades off the tips of my fingers 
(as I graze your surface)

how can I not go see you?...but I CAN see you
so I do not go there.
I do not use your memory 
... for the resistance to whimsy is a concrete wall 
of divisive ice and deep grey stone

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