Touch

You
Put my head on your lap
Kept on rubbing my back
I sighed
It is so nice on the outside
I thanked your god for the plough lines
And their growing seeds

But
It was ruined and rained
The bridge was creaking with strain
I sleep
In your van in the back seat
Kept on feeling the black heat
Against my eyelids

Too
You were baking for days
It is nothing I say
I know
I am quiet and not old
I am ugly but got soul
Worth enjoying

Good
Kept my feet in the sand
Kept on touching your hands
I was
Just as happy as a bug
Felt like touching to be touched
On our island

True
When the sand turned to grass
We were measuring mass
Of the
Bones and skins and the rubber
Gorgeous things in each other
We kept our eyes on

This
We were saying at last
We were skinny and fast
The hill
Picnic-eating all our fill
Summer-living it until
The season's over

Grab
All your songs and your bliss
Your dust and your instruments
Meet us
And the only true creatures
Know us all by our features
Tattoos and scars

At
Where the man makes his bend
All his limbs and his ends
Are so
Great for living in the world
Good for kissing on a girl
And hearing thunder