Blind Touches

His touche resonates in my nerves

Finger tips on a blind quest

Adventure all about my corpse

Toe to scalp

Trailing the skin at the back of my ear 

Reaching out to the tip my nipple. 

A sad worn out wall clock rings out in anger

I can hear it say, "why could it take as such long?" 

Having had a futile 3 hours makeout

I can see blood running to his face. 

He thinks perhaps, I do this deliberately. 

Yet vulnerably, 

To emotions I lay dead in the couch

Past affections drained me of tingles,

Wriggles and wiggles of emotions.