A lone touch reaches my inaccessible place,
Says you don’t have to be alone anymore,
Caresses, stings, strokes, singes
When it pushes me away – I protest
I’d take your hot-cold touch instead of nothing – I insist
I try to hold on tight enough, but not too tight
The palm basks in the pressure at times
The fingers slither away at others
I’m tired of trying to hold on to things that don’t want to stay
Yet I’ve no choice
The touch has replaced the void in my inaccessible place
Becoming a part of me that I can’t erase
So push or pull, burn or boon
The touch has to stay, I see no other way
Copyright © Roshni Ramanan
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