the urgings of daylight on untouched flesh are many
the glow of heartbeat through soft wool
the tenderness of wanting something missed
or needing something old to remember one's self by

in the absence of nature lies the hardness of city life
polluted by sensations unreal
a kiss is no longer a kiss, but a means to an end
a deal breaker
a flat line on a screen whose job is to scream for life
or death

but
when we become human again
when we loosen the stays that bind us from feeling
from touching
from breathing deep upon impulse

in that moment
close to heat and heaven alike
sun does herself shine through
golden and rich
parting us from paths untraversable
and leading us into the welcome wanting arms
of ecstasy
(and in its beauty is where we ought to be)