Don't Touch

Don't touch
I'm fragile
I need air around me

Don't touch
I'm sacred
to myself which needs isolation

But yu keep touching
layers and layers
of fingers
they eat
they see
my skin

So when I see you touching
I cry
when I see you touching
I ask why?
My body needs a hole
to bury my skin
to bury myself

Don't touch
I command
I'm a vehicle of loneliness

Don't touch
I demand
your fingers are too gentle, it's chaos

so lips need stitching
fingers need breaking
and I need sand
to entomb this dream

Don't touch
the untouched
but please touch
beyond the burial
you'll see more than fingers
you'll see me, before I was born.