Fingertips tracing skin,
like words forming,
scattering trails on a page;
Providing hope,
Shattering dreams,
Creating fantasies with each
and every syllable, each
and every embrace.

I let the words
tumble out of me,
never understanding,
justifying
why I feel so free.

Perhaps,
it is the barricades of others,
the view that I deserve to be alone,
which stops me
from revealing how I really feel,
that I even feel at all.

Expression of
the entanglement of emotion
that encompasses my very being,
that opens me up to the fingertips on my skin.