Every touch that alights on my shoulder
I turn to,
like a sunflower following the sun,
as a deep ache within me
is soothed (tamed) for a while.
Though I hold myself behind
I yearn for more –
as a princess in a glass castle does,
wondering what the horizon holds.
A/N: I’m not the type of person who likes to touch others, even if it’s for a hug, and sometimes I’m a bit touch-averse… But there are days where like a simple pat on the shoulder makes me so happy. It’s slightly pathetic…