can't sleep

four of us
standing on a hill
we watch the water far below

two step forward
into the abyss

two are left
fondling the edges of their coatsleeves



four of us
watching from the dark
wishing to enter the fray

two step forward
into the abyss

two are left
fondling the rocks of the cave



four of us
kissing in the storm
burning to let it all go

two move forward
into the abyss

two are left
fondling themselves

for their fingertips do not reach the other's.