scratch (for friend? for brother? for lover?)

Would that I could reach

but the air, too thin

and the bridge, too long

and the skin-thin veil of this present world

(this present, current world)

(this layer of life-onion in flesh-tone thunder)

the skin-thin veil of reality

(the current reality)

does not permit my trembling touch

(my nerveless grasp, one day)

(on that day that the chill dews glisten)

the trembling touch to relieve and to soothe

ignite and burn

with open mouth and breathless word

to be the balm

The veil pulled back and

pale skin flushed

a shallow grave

marked with a dry, force-fit acacia

force-fit

forfeit

never forfeit

trembling touch pulled back and the lion's paw held tight

blue is the starry-decked heaven

blue is the vein

blue the heart

eternal the burn