Hands Touching Skin

-Hands Touching Skin-
by
Keaton Foster



All alone
I still seem
Echoing waves of feelings
Once thought lost to me
Certainly remain
Hands touching skin
Rugged appendages
Such sensitive connections
Allowing us to feel
To know what it's like
Good, bad, indifferent
Makes not a bit of difference
Within the confines of our plight
Transcendence in many directions
Through various forms of touching
I could explore many
But this somber tale
Set to potent rhyme is about
Brutalization through need
Inside my mind
Memories continuously flood
Feelings further lament
Such a brutal darkness
Each sense screams
Each press
Each shove
Each force filled grip
I can still feel
I know them well
Such a personal living hell
Those who hurt me
Are all deceased
Dying of natural causes
Much deserving of murder
But I could never kill
Because I know
Probably more than most
That many wrongs
Under any circumstance
Don't make anything right
Nonetheless
I must confess that
These hands have done
What it took to survive
In many ways I am like them
Those who gave me life
Only to just as quickly
Rape it all away
But not because of desire
Not because of a sickness
But out of desperate need
A terrible fact
That I must deal with
Hands touching skin
From the outside in
And the inside out
Such memories
Won't loosen their grip
Such feelings are part
Of who I am
Of what I've become…


Hands Touching Skin
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.