Left Behind

I just want someone to touch me
to reach beyond
and worship at the soft pink temple

I want us to step out
exploding the confines
of these four walls

To be able to trade one imperceptible touch
the slight shift
intimate and familiar
comfortable as a ritual gesture and
crossing over space and boundaries
you obliterated long ago
letting everyone know

But only at your choosing
it seems
I am laid bare

And you gaze at the cathedral masterpiece
like an overwrought tourist
who has traipsed through one too many
sacred archways