The Touch of Being Untouchable
Breathe to the north with eyes
Filled with empty deep-blue skies
Traveling just east of my chest
Where you shall find my brokenness
In the cries of a black bird
That seals my whole-world without words
Listen for the southern touch of lips
While caressing the softness of pink sips
Swallowing every particle of a flowing moon
That gasps at the intimacy caught by the spoon
Touch me without the sense of feel
Cover up what I cannot reveal
Unchain your eyes
From the northern blue skies
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