Like new mown grass

Nerve endings shriek
Like new mown blades  of grass
Arms are tender,feel raw inside
As if  the hands can’t deal  with loss
I satisfy them with scented lotion
They want to retract into my body
I have no shell to protect me.
Tension makes me  steely.
But the hands can’t lie
Thin and bony,no fat to  cover
The nerves give out a message
Lost,loveless,lonely
Touch me with your invisible glance.
Embrace me with your  eternal mind.