Sensational beginner

Shoulders are fortresses To take and to hold But the tactile stranger, Unarmed child, Touches only void Struggles only mentally So hear its cry for Unhandled clinging So here's its cry for Slippery tenderness: "Empty my lungs Soak up my eyes In awe Please enjoy me Full of detail A tiny landscape to Walk upon Tread all over me Reek of life" No more Professional distance, Hormonal interference, Unfitting embraces My talking is the echo Of an ungiven hug Strangle me if you will And still hunger for touch.