To Be Touched


Cities make me think of soulless sex,

Adrenaline rides of anonymity.

Always good to get your pulse racing,

But not sustainable.

I’m back.

Amongst trees and open skies.

Back out from behind my mask,

Breathing to horizons edge.

Watching storm clouds build,

Feeling earth’s anticipation,

Trembling at the thirst surrounding me.

I want this storm.

Want to be drenched.

Because really I’m a wild thing.

Who craves not to be held,

But to be touched.

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6 thoughts on “To Be Touched

  1. Souless sex is the hookup culture – sex with anonymous strangers. The why many young guys today won’t date. Sex is a bigger deal to them than a quicky against a wall. Sadly young women are becoming hooked on it so by time 35 they might have 300-500 plus notches in the bed post so can never forswear that quick fix

  2. impressive. in particular the storm brewing …liked

    Feeling earth’s anticipation,

    Trembling at the thirst surrounding me.

    I want this storm.

    Want to be drenched.

    but last two contradictory lines beg a question

    – do wild things even want to be touched?

    not sure if those last lines work…?

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