Don't look at me. With your unseeing eyes, don't look at me.Don't touch me. With your unfeeling hands, don't touch me.With the world wide open before me, I don't need you to ignore me.And I haven't the patience for fighting, for I have been struck by lightening.So come along for the ride, or please step aside. I haven't the deftness for hiding.

'I am here!' I heard the cry from a girl not old as I as her father scoops her up and holds her close.She's been missing for a while in the incandescent smile of a boy who wasn't ever there at all.It was on this hazy day in the silence of first May when first she'd seen her soul upon the breath of thought.Never once beyond the skin had she led this vision in and now on the grass she swore she would be whole.But the boy wa...

You grab my arm, and you pull me inside. The door is shut and I am pressed up against it. With you in front of me and the door behind me, our lips touch for the first time in so many years. I've lost track of the all of the years. 16? 19? Has it been 20 yet? Memories flood back. Your lips are so familiar. Your taste. Your smell.You have my head in your hands, and you pull me from the door slightly as you back away to look...