The science of touching

It was years before we met, it happened,
Not paying attention to two of the three
Chainsaws I juggled, and you can imagine
The rest, I was depressed for so long, watching
Television, not playing video games, not
Any more, no, changing channels with my nose,
I don’t bite my fingernails any more, either …
Heh, that’s sad … then you came along,
Washed me with a sponge, dried me with
The softest of towels, and after I got over
My disgust and self-loathing, let my passion
Take over, and allowed me to toe you,
For a moment, I imagined I still had hands.