Touch

You can’t argue with tentacles
They choose when to come,
They choose when to go –
One carresses your cheek,
The other crawls behind your neck,
Several prob your chest:
To see if you really live.

Do not fear to breathe,
You cannot fool them,
By doing not.

Just lay bare the device
Which makes you live
Then the tentacles
Will form a unison,
And cover you
Like a mother’s quilt.

Yes, they do not touch there
You should know why?
Hey, did you not lay it bare?
You wretch! You liar!
There is nothing can be done for you.
See, tentacles begin to break apart:
Now they will enter every part
Of you.