PAD - Day 15

Laugh, fully-genuinely
be coy, let the pad of your fingers trail
my arms, the lines of my tattoos. Recognize
I am harder than I seem, but still softer than the world will allow.

Touch

Nerve endings like outstretched fingers,
hoping for a grip, a grasp
a touch.

There are promises whirling the tips of each pad,
epidermal edicts against being senseless.