you cannot read, like forbidding
grass, steps over a lawn.
So is the touch
emphatically not erotic,
like glueing one’s eyes to the sea.
pat on a knee, things you cannot
see, or read without embarrassment:
Lack without precedent,
Not the longing
for a ripe and life-long
waist embrace, unreadable anyway,
like the sustenance of fiords.
Only the thing, the just
do it: The thing I want
without being ironic.