I want to say that I am afraid to touch you.
Afraid that what’s in me and what’s in you –
will catch fire.
And burn out.
This week I wanted to try putting together a piece that has been rattling around my head for a while.
I am not comfortable with it: it doesn’t seem quite right. But I think it might be the best I can do to explain this combination of desire with a few different kinds of fear.
What does it make you think?