most nights my sanity evades me
in the thick forest of nightfall
so my insecurities set up camp
pitching doubt filled tents
as the worry fueled fire burns
illuminating my deepest fears  
until the early sun rises
and the smoke signals can be seen.

i want to touch you
in more ways than one

run my fingers through your hair
then trace them down your spine
gently pressing my lips
to your manly divine

but it’s never enough
there are still parts of you
I cannot grasp

like the memories of her
embedded in your brain
and the scars on your heart
that resemble her name

these are the untouchable places
that i will never reach
these are the insecurities
that i will never speak