Abstraction

I was so distracted by the tremor of your skin
my fingers sipping goosebumps
distracted
distracted
distracted from the cries of war
from the silence of hunger
of the breeze that whispers deadly plagues

Distracted like the seagulls high in the masts
distracted from the insects that go against the street lamps
simply distracted by the microscopy of your skin

distracted
distracted
distracted from the morning murmurs
of children in the afternoon
and the creatures of the night

my fingers distracted pretending they don't touch you
They don't let you know when they're going to touch your skin
and your skin becomes distracted, concentrating on my fingers.