Touch

Calloused from carelessness

I found appeal/peel when our hands

Craved touch that can cool the embarassment

This hunger’s inherited

It feasts on the flesh

That leak through the skull

When the worth, ain’t worth cherishing

We’ll stay in touch

Burns and bruises have guided me

Follow the red road

That these arms have provided me

In vein/vain I pleaded to you

Come, see the new side of me

Solo, still it grows

Your lesion, lounging inside of me