You touch me

Stir buried emotion

I am scared

Of rising passion

It tickles, bubbles

Under my skin

I hold myself tightly

Keep it within

Do not wish to feel

Once more care

Live life with hope

Lay myself bare

Past wounds crusted

With dead dreams

Further disappointment

Will burst seams

Your fingers are gentle

Attempt to persuade

I push them aside

Won't be swayed

By Margaret Karim

From: United Kingdom