Tickles~

I want to trace our names
on your back,
wrap us both in a
long ticklish heart

but.......

you don't like tickles.

Your walls build mountains
out of tickles.

Your walls seek out
elegant, jeweled, fingers
that don't tickle.

Your walls skew your vision,
stone, cold, concrete barrier
built too high.

To protect and sheild you say.

I just wanted to get close enough
to trace our names on your back.

~me



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