Worth, the deepest to  the outermost

Your skin sparkling as the morning dew

There is a thrill, first time i scrath it then..

Under school desk, our ring finger binding each other

Shifting of space and time, damn it all

However little, gripping tight cut trough reason

Boredom was still a coward that ashamed to face me

Each span of sad, glad, worry, lust, or usual

Your touch, is a water

I’m a flowers, rise till withered in the end