RABID

Infected.
Don’t touch me, lady!
you haven’t earned it
and you, dear boy,
have lost the privilege.
i come from the land
of the awkward hug
the occasional kiss
from a love you miss.
a touch is precious
and one of trust
an intimate connection
of joy or lust.
so forgive me
if i shy away,
i may soon allow
but not today,
for my mistrust
i have cause,
before you touch
take time to pause,
for i will bite
when provoked,
for my heart was lost
when it broke.