And the Devil Makes Three

I am touched

and we become a sunset

and two sets of hands make me feel

delicious and real.

Through these woods

I wish to explore.

Like standing in the middle of the street

in those untame hours.

I saw it written on a bathroom wall,

"We are souls seeking a human experience".

I would credit the writer but she is as mysterious

as our apparent triad.

How I would tell you my unsaid thoughts,

if I believed you would listen.