Densensitized

A gentle touch would leave me reeling A sweet word would leave me yielding A hungry look would leave me fantasizing A warm embrace would leave me smoldering Sensations on the surface Nerve endings alive, vibrant Receptors in overdrive Overabundance of feelings Uninhibited response To a smile, a touch, a word, a nuance of meaning Body reactions immediate Melting, softening, quivering, expecting Set to motion with the bare minimum of provocation Until…. Until I learned… A gentle touch can turn demanding A sweet word can turn demeaning A burning look can turn charring Now… Now sensations have become worn Unable to detect True from false Genuine from fake Now…. Desensitized I am To what may be true, real, beautiful....eternal Words are just a collection of letters Looks just meaningless expressions Touches just contact of hands on flesh My soul still hungry Bare….untouched…. Cloistered Are my dreams My wants My desires In the safety Of my desensitized heart. Eileen Manassian Ghali