You, the essence of my heart,
can win me & lose me in one moment,
carefree confidence descending into fear of failure...
an alarming look at the likelihood of loss.
My soul has risen to the immediacy of my mouth
where a touch of your tongue can draw it into your own
or your heedless words send it reeling back
into the dark recesses,
where it hides from the fierce light...
tormented by the longing for another touch.