I shiver at the wind

Because I don't know your touch-

Would you graze me so soft

That pain echos after,

The down of it setting

My nerves into panic 

Like a stiff breeze

On a bad day?

Or would you press so hard

I ripple and flush,

Purple and then green,

The ooze of contentment 

Grounding me to wherever 

You feet have taken us?

Driven mad by feather pains

And driven deep under your weight,

And yet untouched, unlonged 

Un brushed by consideration,

I lock away what I cannot bleed

Out unto a page.