Stick through the excusesof old rationality forcing two
polarizing forces into sympathy.
you can’t be seen if not first touched!
touch me for fear I might touch you?
and so we stand here with fingers pointed
in accusations implied
when internally stricken with
nerves touching signals
in those same old
same old glances.
more than we act
but we act
because we are fearful
to be caught afraid
in these unsentimental
of those who penetrate cowardice
and my oh
we are afraid.