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