Sizzle, crack, pop
It hurts when you touch
The pains, the wounds
Memories of aches
Swish, stab, contact
In goes the knife
Penetrating my heart
Cutting into my soul
Your touch, a flame
Of burning power
So much to offer
But it ends in irony
Open arms to the needy
Surrounding, yet withholding
Pushing me to my limit
Suffocating all meaning
How much do you want
How much can I give
No, not this time, Honey
It's your turn to burn
11-9-90
