I read online that the kids in Japan don’t fuck
a sign of the times
virtual porn, anime, robots, but skin
to skin touch
is feared almost as much as intimacy.
Here lies the intricacy
that fearing to fuck
grew from fearing the touch
of your mother’s hand more
and more. Her strokes would sting
after all that time.
And I still need a shit ton of wine
even after a four month history
of this messy on and on fling
to let you hold me or fuck
me once more
without flinching your touch .
I haven’t felt touched
or moved in a while. Reading the Times
clicking next or like. More and more
the same sad stories
shrugging them off, not giving a fuck,
a fly braising my skin.
I did like licking your shins
and how you’d touch
well tickle, my thighs… “What the fuck
are you doing?” I’d joke every time
just a taste of intimacy
but no more.
The idea more
and more doesn’t get under my skin
living entirely virtually
without even a touch
of physicality, without wine
without having to fuck
Like those thick skinned
behind their screens all the time
not giving birth, not giving a fuck.