Kyle Hamp - Never be it lonely.

Break our forms when touching,
Then fall our hearts to die,
And chaffe our skin when we Begin,
But Love holds you and I.

I need a soul to dry with mine
So never be it lonely.
A soul to creak, and tear and dry.
A soul: my one and only.

Kyle Hamp

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-be-it-lonely/