Touch

They seem so sure, my hands
As they roam this beautiful body of yours
Which houses such an infinite soul

They seek to touch
To know the fullness of you
To integrate self to self
To heal, to soothe
Connect one piece of self to the next

They seek, as a mother touches
Each tiny toe on her new child’s foot
To touch each part of you
Ensure you’re whole
That the world has not torn you asunder
Since last we met.

I am awash with wonder at your very existence.
11/26/05