When

I don't want to find someone new.

I don't want to learn to trust again.

I don't want anyone else to touch the lines that create this mound of flesh I call my own. 

The dips and curves and surfaces that belong to you alone. 

I don't want another's hands feeling what has become yours to keep. 

When will I feel you again?

When will you touch this skin?

And would you even want to.