...the footsteps on wet sand,
drops of oil on a wet hand,
blades of green on the touch me-not,
biting ice formed due to frost,
calloused tissue on hardened skin,
the coarse stubble on a virile chin,
a stolid boulder standing along the sea,
an ancient lock with a long lost key,
the stony pebbles lining the road,
the rough thick bark covering the oak.
All that and a lot more
I am, and would like you to ignore
me
if you hurt easy.