Matt. 8:15
And he touched her hand,
and the fever left her.

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I want to touch
like you

incognito —
silent, then steal away

heal their pains
and cry with them

and know that they
are healed

right down
to the heart

touch your golden hair
I want to graze on your fields
I know you

we join at the soul
then diverge at all the rest
I you love

turn - I am not there
see the vacuum in my space
obscure me

hide in the shadow
obscure me from your peering
turn aside

set me in a box
seal the corners
swoosh - the lid

suck out the air
fill me with your -
artificial

I am standing
outside - peer
cockeyed

let me hand you
tape to seal
the corners tight

I will
wander
off now

can there be
a time
for last
goodbyes

. . .

I still
gaze
in your eyes

clear green
forever
young