Touch

That hand,

The hand you laid upon me,

The hand that filled me with love,

The hand that inflicted me with pain,

Why does the roughness of your hand still haunt me,

In my sleep I smell the cigarettes,

I taste them in my mouth,

The mouth you once forced yourself in,

I can still feel the roughness of your stubble upon my lips,

The lips that many boys have kissed but never kissed back,

I can still feel your pressure,

The pressure you pushed upon me,I still feel fear.