Touching, Pondering
How did I get here?
Feeling as if I’m insignificant, dreaming of the touch, the taste.
Touch can be a funny thing
As it lends itself to taste, to hearing, to smelling.
Why can’t I touch her?
Why won’t she touch me?
Yet the touch has led me to all of these things
All of these feelings and it forces me to ponder
Please pester people to pound me for wondering, pondering.
Do I love her?
Would she bring me here?
Would I even want her to?
I suppose I can always touch myself,
But that creates no feelings. Touch always can
Always will create feelings. Feel free to feel
But taste, hear, smell, and forget when it’s needed.
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