no touching

You were naked and I, amazed
Raw and ready
Every line and crease
unto my touch
But ghosts
be your ruining
So I gave you a little head
But refused to let you touch me
So I fucked with your head
No one can touch me
So I planted the seed of doubt

Won’t someone touch me?

You question my mystery
Challenge my melancholy
But I won’t let you see me
Im an organdy sheet
merely composed of the breeze

I once let someone touch me

You are me just six years ago;
More of who I am than I am of me
So I understood why
Your progression would be to leave.
But I felt alright about it
My duty was to save you from me
I walked you to my door but feared closing it
This poet didn’t like the symbolism
I stood in its threshold asking for one more kiss
You stood in my threshold but were able to resist.

I reached for your hand but you passed right through
as I was never tangible;
a figment
just a lazy shadow
caught only in the corner of the eye

So how can anyone touch me