Hardly

touch my soul
find my love
and use if to your advantage

because what we say and what we mean
are
two separate realms of existence
like a fire- it burns
yet I'm cold... freezing cold

the warmth doesn't touch me
it runs- finds a worthy hose
to transfer emotion

i am numb now
and the sickness grows
with each breath
i hold-- try not to breathe

but your eyes...
they take my breath away
they stop the sickness
they keep me warm

love? Hardly...