You

your words...are like spikes;
but each time you speak,
i follow your voice's command
your fingers...are
like daggers digging deep
beneath my skin...
but still i can't stop wanting your touch
however cold...still i always welcome in your hugs
and your presence is
like burning coals
being stoked from under my heart
but still
i will always be there to answer
your every call...
why...