Human reaction

The skin is not a surface
For sensation and feelings,
At least not anymore.
People get used to everything now
Even agony is just a breeze.
Our used to be sensitive skin
Has now hardened,
Into a layer that has lost touch.
Even our emotions have grown numb.
Passion is passing,
Like a skipped seasonal summer,
Without beautiful tulips to show for,
Because roses are no longer romantic.
They're just flowers painted
Using an old brush,
With a red faded color...
We do not react anymore
Our reflex is dead
And our bodies are stiff
We're no longer moved
By pure deeds of affection