These hungry silences
Do not falter
Yet here, strengthening by action
And although there are fine words
A touch, an act of service
Mutual intermingling
Time, space, mutable as kissing
Pin you down and exorcise
Your fear with my fuck
Laugh eat and conquer
Come to me
I offer the play and the seeds
Have sunk roots
My adventures blossom
A quest into ashes
Found gold in these scars
Touch them
Better for their creation
MB Blissett 