Philophobia

It flies away like a bird
It comes back sharp and strong
A steep mountain called feelings
To ascend is a conundrum
For the other side is neither dark nor is lit
In this wobble of mystical uncertainty
My heart, like a volcano, heavy and erratic
Fears of a pinch to explode
And desires a touch to cool down
A touch to feel love
A touch to cuddle in
A touch to fight with
A touch to strive for
A touch that heals me
A touch that chose me
A touch of divinity
A touch for eternity
A touch that’s close to the heart
Lies right here floating
To chase it, I am craven
Wondering if the touch
transcends to a punch
Piece by piece my mountain is shredding
Does it know I lie here in dire need?
Does it know? Does it care?