I can not touch you.
You grip my arm, my hand
Lies dormant across your bruised thighs
aware of the heat that threatens to engulf
all words with its existential
certainty.

I can not see you, my fingers
Trace the curves of your face and neck,
Eyes meet in volatile chemistry,
Lips chapped and retreating.

I can not feel you, as the tears
Flood onto my fingertips.