Also known as guilt

Several days of cool rain
spread down my space
and test my happenstance sadness.
The turbulent rush, fear not,
passes once dreams stand alone,
cured of mobility.
And this is the daily answer to misplaced prayers,
cordial but strained by the undue burden
of lives wrapped in warm blankets of past
mistakes concealed in torrid accommodation.
Nothing from the rain remains but endless suffering,
knowing that it will pour again and again.

I feel

The nerve ends shudder,

Tense with aspiration.

To feel something anew,

Someone soft, but less than what the mere equinox brings,

Creates less harmony.

Bathing, for a moment,

In cool sweat sitting upon the skin, feelers all of them,

Wait anxiously, hoping not for stings

Of pain or mirthless taps,

But for the deep sense of gain

That only another's touch

Can string together, pinch by tiny pinch