my sun rose but the clouds kept the rays at bay,
they protected me from the blisters of pain
induced from to much touching
to much loving.

They hovered over me like a blanket of protection
pretentious
suffocation.
Like a dogs eagerness to lick its pups
but they run, they run
to much touching
to much loving.

And I hide from it all.
From the rays of the sun
from the dampness of the clouds.
above me everything
i shelter myself.

Below me, i wonder what hides
from me
I wonder what runs,
and who is it, keeping distance

From to much touching,
to much loving

those painful blisters induced
from to much touching
to much loving.

I run