Sensitivity

Tender thin skin
Veins surfacing
Hands hovering
Over me.  No touch,

Though I feel a
Steady burning,
Hairs rising -
Sensitivity.

Sunny day.
Crowds converge
Phones out, glasses on
Lunching on the lawn

Streets thick with
Strewn bodies
Eager, layers off.

Air laced with thick
Heat, shallow breaths
Pungent scents
Sensitivity.

Bus horns, crowded
Corners, blasting music
Flip-flopped people
Rage their mediocrity.
Among them,
                       I stand
Cold sweat down my
Hot back, breath
Not breathed, trapped by
Sensitivity.


Copyright 2010  Liya Khenkin