Thursday, 1 January 2009

Touch

Oh where art thou oh touch
A feeling I long for so much
Niether on my skin nor in my heart
the kindest gesture now fallen apart
When mistakenly placed, removed with haste
and followed closely with distaste
Innocently placed yet mistakenly felt
sure to leave a mark like a nail over a welt
Removed by those who need it much
they do not want to feel, so why should they touch


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