I feel scared to touch your fingers
lest I scare you away from me
I feel ashamed of admitting my concern
Lest I make you feel embarrassed
I scan my sky for teltale signs of rushes
I carry my veil as I go around establishing fences
I cut my finger to find no blood oozing
I check my heart to find a stone pulsating
I spend flowers to buy liquor
For I know intoxication induced by our presence
is not the destiny of this world I live in
Needs of my hours are reduced to seconds
that keep me engrossed in what I never attempt………
