touch

touch

to be with you 
there, at that place 
of long aheads
but rejected assurances,
of declamatory incertitude
incautious and luxuriant, 
found emptiness 
brightly blooming. 
nothing presses  
nor expects
nor projects
within our time, 
within time,  
within  
confident un-absolutes,
unspoken un-promises,
treading lightly forward.
that which is tenuous stays fresh.
the comfort lies in
blind embraces
reaching out sleepily
in night-time places
touch
only touch.