Touch Me

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.

                                                               Donna LeClair