"Moirai" is cute, but when I do not call them "The Fates," I must say that my name of choice is "The Norns" :D But really, this is one case where I find the translated term to be my favourite, heh.

Thank you Alain! By the by, you know that all my "narrators" in these poems I wrote in the past month or so are all me, right? I'm writing with my life's blood here. This poem is exactly about where you are at after you bare yourself, after a long time of not having done so.

There are so many good things to do with sight and touch, such as one being the first way others touch you, and the other being the last. Also, lines in defense, if you think of it.

And again, thank you for all the kind words, they are part of the fuel that helps the poetry keep coming. Though most of it is coming from the muse, I won't lie and say this isn't helping as well :)