Touching, Pondering

How did I get here? Feeling as if I’m insignificant, dreaming of the touch, the taste. Touch can be a funny thing As it lends itself to taste, to hearing, to smelling. Why can’t I touch her? Why won’t she touch me? Yet the touch has led me to all of these things All of these feelings and it forces me to ponder Please pester people to pound me for wondering, pondering. Do I love her? Would she bring me here? Would I even want her to? I suppose I can always touch myself, But that creates no feelings. Touch always can Always will create feelings. Feel free to feel But taste, hear, smell, and forget when it’s needed.