I like to feel the soft flower petals as I walk.
It reminds me of your smooth cheek
Resting against my bare chest.
--I think of it often--Your  touch.
I trace my lips yearning for your fingertips
to take their place.
I want your eyes to make my blood run hot
Adding flame to my obvious desire.
I want to feel my insecurities melt with your touch.  
Thaw me.
…..
But, can you feel me?
My hands gripping yours
like it was the last time.
I wonder if you notice the fear
hidden in the galaxy of my eyes.

What if you wound me.
Would I be able to feel again?
Or would I go numb.
No feeling at all.

Why have feelings, if I can’t feel you?