Hmm ?

[xunpredictablel]

|Rating| PG13
|Criticism| Whatever you feel fit .


I feel I can almost taste you,
although you cannot tell.
I reach and touch your pheromones,
listless in this hell.

I long to touch your arm,
and stare into your eyes.
I want to curl up next to you,
fragile by your side.

My fingertips touch nothing,
you dance away from me .
I see the way you flit ,
your sacred tendency .

Did I feel something?
Silk against my skin.
My fingers fumble for it,
but come back empty again.

I am but a youth,
tender in naivete.
Can I taste your whisper ?
You feel bathed in indecency .

Enlightenment never comes
with tear streaks down your arms.
You reach out to touch me back,
and do naught but harm?

What you fear is cynical;
That I'd be tainted from your touch -
The worst of cases is otherwise ,
you're blackened by our lust .

Can I take and hold
your wretched innocence?
It's something I haven't come
to understand quite yet .