vesuvius

we both craved human touch
and that's how we got along so well
either my hand in yours or
the subatomic moving particles inside your head
that i could reach
that i could touch,
that you hated when i felt
like a cupped palm
on your jawline
yet you'd twinge the corner
of your burroughs lip line
we were like track stars
our brains working like fast legs
minds pumping blood like overactive cow hearts
i can handle you
i want to handle you
i want to be handled by you
calm down and
rest your studious head
on the pillow on the bed we had met
trust me, i can handle you
i can make no promises
cause i'm delusional too