Touch Me

Touch me-

In secret places no one has reached,
in silent places where words only interfere,
in sad places where only whispering makes sense.

Touch me-

In the morning when night still clings,
at midday when confusion crowds upon me,
at twilight as I begin to know who I am,
in the evening when I see you best.

Touch me-

Like a child who can never have enough love.

I want to be lost in your arms.

I've known enough pain, yet I'm still strong
enough to give.

Touch me-

In crowds when a single look says everything,
in solitude when it is too dark to even see,
in absence when I reach for you through time.

Touch me-

In winter when darkness comes early and the
softness of wool surrounds my face, in summer
when the sun makes me languid and water slaps
at my feet, in spring when lovers come alive,
in autumn when woods call to the wanderer
and dry leaves make the softest pillows.

Touch me-

When I ask.
When I'm afraid to ask.

Touch me-

With your lips,
your hands,
your words,
your spirit.

Touch me-

Gently, for I am fragile.

Touch me-

I was made to be touched and
I can never be touched enough.