On Touch

Dont ask me how I am
Because I am
needing to be hugged and kissed
like you do

Dont tell me to love myself
in all the other ways
Needing to be hugged and kissed
can not be patched over

In two minds over desire
a problematic vice
or memory of divine
Just needing to be hugged and kissed
so desperately

Basil on my fingers
Sunset over the city hills
all would be well
all would be peace
but for needing to be hugged and kissed
so much
it hurts.