You are by far the sweetest, most delicate of them all.
You made my finger tips thrum for days on end.
Humming like a bee that’s found a particularity over ripe flower.
Pulsing with pollen, rich to the touch..
One that would be unthinkable to leave behind
Unharnessed. Unharvested. Untouched.
I had to touch you
And you touched back
Full of wonder
Full of awe
Leaving me as hardly the shell of the person I once was
Aching to touch and be touched like that again
But knowing, our realities, our futures
Don’t coincide with one another, nor will they ever.