i did not come to touch your heart

I did not come to touch your heart

I did not come to touch your heart,
as your eyes do not come to experience sight
only to witness mine.
Your fingers were not made
to tremble for my whispers; your voice
was never made only to sigh on my behalf.
And in such resignation of states, your bones and skin
were never made to mesmerize my senses—
just as my senses were never made
to so easily surrender
to such crude contraptions as legs and thighs.

And my mind was never made to fall for lies,
just as your lips were never made to tell them, no.
But people are unpredictable and full of surprises;
you: especially so.

Not one was made to be deserved;
not one reserved, but here we are.
I did come to touch your heart,
but as touches go, I’d rather reach than pull away,
but nothing is made to stay. This we know,
some people come as they
eventually would go;
you: especially so.

— A. P.