You have tainted me
Turned gold into brass
You have dirtied my soul
Tarnished my present and past
Those filthy hands
Have blackened my name
Parasitic fingers
Now carry a heavy blame
Your squalid mind
Infested my every pore
Contaminated by you
Your touch has left me raw
Your untruthful decay
Rotted anything of us
Diseased is our happiness
Soiled and sodden is our trust
Repulsion from your touch
No matter what you do
Can't cleanse or rid myself
Of this invisible stain of you
©Kim Brown 24th November 2012
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