Wouldn't hurt a fly
Or a dog, a rat, a cricket
Or you
Maybe I would hurt me. . .
But the scarlet stripes
On my snowy arms
Are purely ornamental
Only there
To leak away
Fat and filth and anger
But I would never
Touch a single hair on your
Precious head
Or the silky hairs
Like white-gold cilia
Or downy feathers
On your arms
So why do you always
Keep this distance?
Empty space
Filled to the brim
With your nervous chatter
And glittering smiles
Your hollow laughter
(Nobody said anything funny)
Do I make you nervous?

A/N: I started this in Earth Science. . . don't know exactly where the idea came from. shrug