the saltwater trail, like
snail tracks down my cheek
a badge of honor for the weak
I'm a freak for watching too
close, too much, only want to
know how touch would feel
make me reel, so dizzy for contact
lame, unsure how to act, no good at
this game anymore, so sure that
adore with seep through my pores
expose my soul where in secret grows
a weedy garden of needy prose, where
pleasure & pain flow like rain through
the dream cluttered gutters of my
brain, I scream a silent refrain of
mistakes through my dreams, where
everything I want seems so far away
on the highest shelf out of reach, I've
had to teach myself to wait, because
fate will deliver someday