Can I hold your hand?
Just for a few seconds? Just to know
what our skin
I won’t flinch when our hands are intertwined.
if the scars on your hands
and the ones on mine,
Will you pretend? That you want what I want,
that our hands tell
reveal their stories. Just for a second pretend,
are still burning with warmth. I know
I don’t like to be touched but I promise
I won’t flinch.