Insomnia #3
I couldn’t sleep last night.
You were haunting my thoughts, and my skin started to peel away,
As I felt your first gentle touch echoing down from our past
The first itches didn’t warn of the disease,
They were just unpleasant reminders of your embrace,
However, all my pale skin is now ravaged by remembrance
My arms are blotched with infection
Red, ring worm rings are expanding along my forearms,
They are spreading across my whole body
It seems so strange, after all of this time to be now infected
How can your touch be so powerful?
Suddenly tonight, your long white fingers reach out
They bring with them this disfigurement
I am scared that if I scratch at the wounds, now open,
Now bleeding, I shall scar myself permanently.
There’ll like the chicken pox spots in my childhood.
Mother warned me not to touch,
But still I scratched away
I glance at myself, reflected by glass,
I can see that they now cover most of my skin
Your fingerprints, pockmarks, a rich pattern of red welts
Imperfections, a leper-like disease of the skin
How is it that still you have the strength to cross all of this time
To cross all of this of this distance just to scar me?
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