Today and today and today,
We quicken the pace of our hearts,
All too willing to dive soul-first
the thirst for the human connection
far beyond that which spans
the collection of time and
the globulous lacking of space.

furthering our lack of empathy,
we see the desert of our own psyche
stretch out, dry and limitless before
us. Any sense of oasis held in the
soft, sweating palm of another.
and the sand cakes around the edges,
drying in soul shaped molds that make
kisses gritty and tired from the heat.

within, without, honest human.
we must find the truth in our own
sensible bodies before the dive,
we must find the strength to let the
sand sting, cut, bruise before the kiss
is pure.


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