Touching The Untouched

By Israr Khan

Photo by Jen Theodore on Unsplash

Stop! don’t move — my dear love!
I haven’t yet caressed the bruises,
The scars, the wounds, the aches
The surfaced and the deep
Hidden troughs.
Troughs that make you weak, fragile, and modest
And give me a sense of unnatural satisfaction.

You run hiding what’s not yours
Nor incurred by you, but possessed
Or it possesses you!
Who knows?
Who’s the victim and who’s victimized?
Or I have used the unsuitable words?

Let’s say victimized,
But does love victimize or energize the lover?
Or shall I say the victim?
No, I don’t think so!