and then you touched me

you tangled and mangled your way into my being;

me
next to your moist fingertips
increased affection in the
cutaneous existence of
what is here
and there
and light and gray
and dark
and then you touched me.

the lark outside my window panes of
membrane
transmits noisily cartoonish absurdity;
the most lovely thing emotive,
fluidly,
translucent, and bubbling
with wonder
wandering aimlessly as
the memory of your
passionate energy
lingers in my memory
as sticks and fragments
of glossy knowledge

slow moving fried connectivity
cyclic and cyclonic weather
that is human tragedy;
severed