Discourse
 
of lovers absent
of remorse
 
This course
of pain versus pleasure,
pressure,
 
underneath the skin,
lingering sensations
of a kiss.
 
of one single apocalyptic touch,
there isn’t much
more I can do.
 
nothing left to put on the table,
I am drowning in joy, unable
to satisfy further blanks
and the normalcy of all-things yore.