Nerve

A kiss does it, but my tongue can't taste your trauma

Skin to skin, but still can't choke the life from your father

The reflections in your eyes tell stories but I'll never be young again

A birth in reverse or close to it

From finger tips to my lips

Cut a line from my arm and down my spine

And strike a nerve with conviction this time

If I can't understand, who am I to you?

The boy from the table who died too soon?

The highest peak that never matured