Untouched

My heart is broken

and it will never heal

completely.



My soul is frayed

and it can never  be

rewoven.



I've always reached out with kindness

and gentlness and love.



Yet I am untouched

at this moment.



Untouched by a lover's hands

or her smiling eyes.



Untouched by her lips,

sweet and needful



Untouched by her cries

in passionate embrace



for such things



do not remain, true



Not for me.



For as I reached I have

always been rebuked



Moments in tenderness

were deceit

from the other side.



Untouched I will

remain.



Untill I die.



For none

exist

for me



to reach out and

take my hand.



No woman

was made for my heart.



Untouched.



I wither



I die