they touch <br />not deep enough to feel. <br />their love, <br />a show of lust. <br />nor sit them down <br />to taste a meal, <br />in haste <br />but dip the crust. <br /> <br />they skim the surface, <br />water spiders <br />gliding o'er a pond. <br />they know <br />they're prisoners - but own <br />no will to go <br />beyond. <br /> <br />for superficial souls, <br />sufficient <br />inobtrusive game. <br />but bonfires rage <br />my heart within, <br />not single darting flame.<br /><br />moon batchelder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-touch/
