Don't touch me-
your icy hands
chill my body
defenseless.
Invasion of security-
I never wanted this.
Helplessly I lie frozen
in your wintry grasp.
Dark room,
curtains always closed-
you never say a word,
or I just can't hear you
or remember.
Silently, I pray
I can escape this chill-
move on to spring
where flowers bloom
in the warm sun
of broad daylight.
I only know
this eternal winter
and the innocence
that dies here
forever.
So, please,
don't touch me
anymore.
3-14-93
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