Starved for Touch

Starved for Touch

A Poem by Arly Parent

It has been...3 years, 6 days, 23 hours, and 5 minutes since a finger lingered...
on my skin
since a hand brushed unhurried through my hair
since someone took their time
with me
felt unhurried with me
and just wanted to trace the patterns
of me

We are at all times whorls and dips and raised edges and valleys and peaks
empty coloring books and unfinished pictures
"Can you finish the picture?"
because there's nothing more empty...
than a child's half-finished coloring book...
full of dashed lines for tracing
and the space between the outlines to lay the color.

Thick brown pages
recycled and rough and
partially covered in the sweet residues of innocence and when times were good
pages filled to bursting with colored pencil lines and crayon and the dotted half of ice cream cones filled in

and then it just...
the pages go unfinished
the dotted lines remain
not whole
and the coloring book
its thick brown pages
its color...
and curl
left with steadily bleaching memories of the sweet times
the times when...

it has been
3 years. 6 days, 23 hours, and 7 minutes since I last knew touch...
and holding myself together
doesn't count

© 2015 Arly Parent

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Added on August 31, 2015
Last Updated on September 1, 2015


Arly Parent
Arly Parent

Lantana, FL

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