TOUCH

I would bleed to feel your touch,
Is it wrong to feel like this?
How can something I've not had,
Feel like something that I miss?

I'm addicted to the thought,
Of your touch upon my skin.
Is it normal to be hooked,
On a non-existent thing?

How can I be so certain,
Of the thrill it's bound to bring;
To be covered by your warmth,
When I've only felt yearning?

If your touch is as gorgeous,
As my fantasies conceive,
It would heal this emptiness,
Like you just would not believe.

Around 2003