Untouched means unlived,

but I hate the mess, the crowdedness,

rubbing the fingerprints off with my 

spit and sleeve,

and still I can see them in the sun,

reflecting on the computer screen,

and when I weigh myself I wonder how much extra I am carrying in

print smudges.

I want to touch only the shiny crystal moments, 

but my clumsy fingers grip too hard and crush them.

I brush the brokenness off of my hands,

shove them in my pocket

to hide my awkwardness,

and move on,

trying to love something less breakable,

something that will burnish these print smears off of me so I can shine.

Untouched means unlived,

so I want to live fully in the moment,

but I want to choose carefully,

selecting a moment that’s pristine

and clean.

I want to live like a star,

wished on,

loved for my shining,

but too far away to touch…


About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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4 Responses to Untouched

  1. Zael Sealing says:

    This blew me away–BRAVO, you’ve captured my feelings too well, and oh so beautifully.

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