Materials That Matter Most

Matter alters the immaterial.

Spaces occupied by unmet needs

rendered obsolete and excruciating to look at.

Neglected desires are loud.

Brazen hunger underfed trumps decorum.

Reaches through fire.

Not just a hug

but vital components against vulnerable quantity

pressed together desperate for pulsation of blood warmth.

Touch is connection CPR provision

since compassion couldn’t be replicated after all.

Even broken bodies hold heat

absorb moisture from tears and leave salt residue,

crystalline reminders that we too are ocean breadth.

Your vastness and mine must meet somewhere.

It’s alright.

Yearning is who we are.

Save allowance for raw stimuli, secure attachment, interpersonal space.

Not just a kiss

but extreme tenderness shaken to its core with exposed caress.

Tentative travel where rapture threatens riot

and it becomes clear how fragile is flesh

when tips of tongues thirst for exploration.

An ache within. A pain without.

Escape not feasible.

This matters.

We cast eyes in direction of ease

each other for another

submerge beneath the tide

and surrender.

(This poem has been previously published on Medium)

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