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Why Don’t You Touch Me?
It’s been so hard to stay close
In the attempt to raise voice
I stumbled upon foreign desire
To be spreading fire
to re-burn
an unpolished melody accompanied words
to re-conquer your world
I mute the urge and retire
to cut garlic, grinding teeth but tears didn’t convince
twitching eyelids, propelling hints, forcing to reminisce
what’s causing this, I’m covered with self-explanatory chills
why don’t you touch me?
If you’re still in love..
why don’t you speak, she mumbled
I pulled myself away
cleaned the counter from dry shells
So I won’t hear the truth, myself
It’s been so hard to listen so easy to be deaf
she walked into my space and demanded
don’t marathon away
just say it, suffocate
this uncontainable mess
don’t extinguish my heart, I want fire
so I reached, the hidden honey jar
and stuffed the same knife in thick distractions
she leveraged my mistake to rage and re-ask
why is it so difficult to feel
can you just be real?
why don’t I touch you?
she crumbled
and refused to listen to sword waving spice and sweet words cutting affectionate chords in this absolute absurd, what’s with all this, instantaneous cold war..
I exhale nasally
come closer dear, why me? why don’t you?
Palm carrying forehead leaning on rested elbow body-languaged fading attention..
Upon diluted cohesion
I blade-licked garlic and honey to soothe my throat in order to denote a last intention
I accidentally cut my tongue in despair
tears and blood…
