somewhere
within the geography of
my being
a tornado has touched
down
destroying the flimsy
barriers that
divide the masculine
from the
feminine
the human from the
animal
my body from your
body.
it is sucking the breath
from my
lungs
the sight from my
eyes
my muscles are
expanding
my blood is
scalding
my heart is
tearing apart the
silence.
if you touch me
now
we may burn
alive
we may burn
forever.
what will you do
with your
cool hands?