a touch

a touch upon skin,
remote location,
from a distance she kisses me,
and i taste salt
from her tears or
someone else's semen,
same either way.
a touch upon my face,
her hand caresses
the bruises she left
with her right hand,
hurting me the only way
her daddy showed her how to,
and i don't complain,
because the stars only make one pattern,
but free will is random,
wild and a burden to bear.
a touch upon my chest,
hold for a moment,
see me standing,
erect and ready,
wet place opens before me,
access denied by
my own lack of understanding.
nothing is true in the mouth of a liar.
a touch upon my penis,
lips take me down deep,
teeth touch through flesh
and i am undone,
seeking a new definition
of manhood,
hoping that there is more to life
than just this...
a touch from far away,
and so much is born i
n the mind lost in yesterday's
calender pages...