Pulled Randomly Out of a Brown Folder

in this world we're in
boundaries of skin
confuse us
leaving us with a false sense
of isolation

lifted only in moments
of intense emotion
orgasm
love

to love life
knowing well
that it is more or less
tragic

to love a man
a woman
with the knowledge
that they will leave you
early
or else
wither and die

to survive
to suffer
to bleed again
to live up to the promise
provided by
skin and
muscle and
bone

we torture our bodies
in pursuit of pleasure
that will be gone
soon after morning

we are ghosts
grasping at
a vanishing light