Touch Me

A poem that reaches out and touches .

Touch me in secret places no one has reached before

                         silent places where only words interfere

                         sad places where only whispering makes sense

                         happy places where our hearts as children played

 

Touch me at daybreak, when darkness no longer clings to us

                            and we are enjoying a fresh, fragile happiness

                         midday, when the perplexity of our responsibilities engulf us

                            and the wear of the day tugs at our vulnerability

                         nightfall, when we once again begin to know who we are

                            and open the door to another lost in the furry

                         the closing of yet another day

                            when we hear and see each other’s susceptibility

                              and sliver the rigidity masking our identity

conceding the virginity of now

crying out to each and every core

of our  entire being

as twilight safely tucks us in

to dreams magically dancing

on foreheads gently kissed

by tender lips

 

Touch me tightly throughout the night

with your strong protective arms

building a castle around my weary body

while I snuggle deeply

letting myself be

Cuddled

like an infant

in the cradle of your arms

 

Touch me like a child who will never have enough love

For I am somebody who wants to be lost in your arms

   has known enough pain to love

   is strong enough to give

   wise enough to need

 

Touch me in crowds when a single look says everything

                         solitude when it is too dark to see

                         absence when I reach for you and cry out your name

      Through time and space

                   Forever

 

Touch me when I ask

                              I am afraid to ask

                              my eyes are begging you to

 

                              Touch me with your soul

              heart

                               words

                               hands

                               lips

                     simple presence in a room

 

 

Touch me gently for sometimes I need to weaken

    I am a woman who has known pain

        child who has silently suffered

               lady who has pride in her feelings

               person who longs to be seen

               lover who will love back

 

 

 

 

TOUCH ME

and

 I will touch you in all the same ways

Through time and distance

Waking and sleeping

Forever

And a day

Throughout the depths of time

We touch.

Author's Note

Enjoy ... do you FEEL it ... do you LOVE someone ...

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Love the style! The way you wrote it spoke so much of need and love, to be held and kept safe in their arms, to feel comfort in stood of pain! Very strong piece! Well written.