Incapacitated

Incapacitated


Involuntary wantings
like falling
inevitable gravity
and fierce pull on
tingle skin
and taut
prepped muscle.


Touching caress
of imagination tempter
between pillow and sheet
and hand and mouth
biting down
and taking in
and moisture bubble forth.


Captive and held
in moment
suspended above ground
longing stilted
and found
so close to surface
only barely touching through cloth.


Don't wake me
I'm not dreaming
nor sleeping
just pouncing and
epileptic sensuality
of sense and time
together.


Oh,
oh,
oh,
I'm done
but never climax
because I'm not that selfish
in these states.


I'm back
incapacitated
and involuntarily
out of the moment
wishing it will
creep
and take ahold again, again.


-Matthew Koutzun