Touch

I remember

the way

you touched

me



Like time

was no

object,



a mere

concept for

mortals

to abide

by



You looked

at my

body with

fascination,



a true

passion for

making it

twitch



For raising

goosebumps on

every particle

of my

bleach white

skin



For looking

at the

invisible hairs

and commanding

them to

stand



you made

it about

me



and you

made it

ok

for it

to be

about me.



now tell me



how do

I make

it about

me without

you around?