Wild Humans

in the light of dark
eyes make sense
like words do

lips to ear, each
breath whispered
a skeleton key
to waking puzzles

tongues travel,
translating; the
foreign familiar

fingers trace
remembered paths
sightless, well-worn

permeable skins
swap bliss
sighs speak
native tongues

in the dark of light 

eyelids shut
like doors

words tangle 

like static
over lines unseen

mind arrives to
numb instinct,
wrestles for control

bliss flees

retreats to far, 

inner corners

lonely, longing

(again)