What We Release in Particle Collison
K . M. Lig h t h o use
This bedroom body doesn’t want clothes,
doesn’t want touch either, maybe later,
maybe when the gnawing desire for almost
fades into the hours that pass
while we are not touching but generate
movement inside body. We translate
almost-touch into electricity textures and remember
that nothing ever truly touches—it’s just empty space
at the level of molecules—so we heighten
this contact mirage until we want
what does not exist and pretend it does.
We embrace in the center of tiny lights we emit
in cell communication and pull attention to skin surface
where suddenly there are fingertips and colors
made of stars, suddenly there are visions
behind open eyes as we stare at the ceiling, suddenly
there is nothing wrong behind doors
where we don’t touch until touch is all we are,
our containers blurring at their edges.
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