I prefer not to ever touch you Not in the most gentle of ways If I muster the courage to embrace you With all my body's particles Or even trace your afterimage With the very tip of my finger I will cling onto you so tightly, so firmly Like a stray dog gifted a bone So fearful of it being snatched away, So consumed by the vigilance It never allows itself to eat
If I ever touch you I will adhere every piece of me To every piece of you When even the quanta will no longer be keeping us apart I will find a way of getting closer Till we become a closed system Your blood is now mine, my bile is now yours And no longer do we have a space for breathing Time has come to look ourselves in the eyes and drift away If the space and time have not yet ceased to exist As I cannot decide whether the "ten" I have been here Should be counted in seconds or rather in light years Or attempt to describe what "here" is
I prefer not to ever touch you Not in the most gentle of ways
The next time I faintly smile goodbye I beg you Do not frown But thank me