Never
had the touch of lips 
of passion
felt the comfort
of arms
impassion

Never
felt the force of another
of zeal
for the other
a tangling,
surreal

Never
a thought of
saving,
but rather
a halting
of others,
of my own paving

I wonder -
in thoughts
too secret, to keep -
a divest of life,
my own doing,
a wish in thoughts