Tactile Touches
Invisible wounds, intimate ghosts
Careless tactile touches left fingerprints
on my soul
Measured truths and cruel fantasies
spread wide, from your heart into mine,
or was it the other way around?
Gentle caress, firm grasp,
hand in hand,
holding on or ensnaring us
The wrongness masked behind tender lies
became a photograph capturing my birthright,
forever frozen in black and white,
painted, branded with brushes of
fallen feather-like figments
Fatal kisses of ravenous desires
paved the path ahead of us,
thorns of inconsolable grief
engraved on the edge of my heart,
barbs of ‘never again’ protect,
they’re the product of the withered past
I bled, but there were no crimson marks,
no evidence of my eviscerated heart
remained in the tangible now,
so I wrapped myself in the color of white,
Do you know what white means in my mind?
I placed a gauze over the invisible wounds,
continued like my life hadn’t been shredded into parts,
alteration and deviation transformed into
the normal rhythm of my life
Hunger for a different direction consumed my insides,
full of indignation
with indigo illusions obscuring my mind
Duplicitous destruction or disintegration,
neither of them matters when
I’m wrapped in the cape of death
with a gauze of silence over the bleeding scars
Maybe in another life,
white would hold another meaning,
Maybe in another life,
the tactile touches would leave
fingerprints of love,
and the dissonance would dissolve
into a safe song
Maybe in another life
© River’s Writings 2025
The ending...🤍