touch

Your touch...oh your touch...
I'll die: if I don't burn at your touch
Beethoven's touch sounding in the night
Carving the skin with the being symphony
Soiling the soul ether loving drop.
 Your touch...oh your touch...

 I'll die: if I don't bring your touch inside
Ice touch in the gaze gulps
Tattoos letters in the flesh (ours)
Deprives animals from the savage staunch
Chained in the moment flow - tasting us
Touch, accomplice caress touch : absorb.
Acknowledging us proof, delicious proof, torn in time.

All I want is from that touch a flaming call
And touch you, touch you Beethoven the infinite in abundance
In the (non) existence fold - on iron - brand
Through blood, fire, light, perspiration our work.

(by Conceição Sousa)