• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 01
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Unbearable Closeness

I want to touch you - to feel
the warmth of your skin against mine -
but I want to feel you with my hands,
brutish hands, that need covering
before I feel you properly.

Why must you slip away
when I have gloves of every colour
to cover my mitts?

I have gloves for every girl
to have stayed in my room,
for the past three years
they all had to learn the hard way.