Someone Elses Touch Poem by Dakota Ellerton

In desperation I began to ponder in the absolutle lonliness of each persona's mind and heart, as the thoughts ran deeper then any scar had bled through out beautys perfection. My lungs drowned in addiction as I lit up my tenth cigarette of the night.

I'd fled so many lives and yet I'd become lost in something so familiar and broken as the shards like rubble lay still beneath my soles that had tread from here, to there, through this life and any other, to be torn and bloody as I turn from this love and all remaining - leaving nothing but ash and hate from she who I hold closest.

In my arms or any others, I could only wish for her to smile and be as she is. To live and learn in trust and truth in simple beauty of what is and once was, what I'd want and she'd want, as we were and are and will be for now.

She's not hardly to sway her hand before bringing me to my begging knees, as I was and always will be left insecure of all flesh and bone that make me as I am. Her gentle could not caress me any less, with the forgivness I'd pleaded for many times, from the hands of strangers who'd not hesistate to bring upon vulnerability.

To - and - until my flesh be torn, I couldn't help but be disgusted in all that I was and once wanted, as innocence was burned and branded on my tongue - I'd turned a cold shoulder to forget and hide from the deepest desire in my thoughts. I am something new.