oil

like hot oil splashing

from the pan,

I flinch away from your

touch.

Have you ever met

a love that burns?

I know now that my

affection blisters

and what I can’t whisper

I scream instead.

My hands are not sacred,

my hold is not gentle.

I take my fingers

away from yours and

there’s a scar.

The reward is not worth the risk,

so if you see me reach for you,

please turn away.