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THE ELIXIR OF YOUR TOUCH





What I need is for you to quiet me, not with words

But with a gentle touch on my shoulder or the urging

Pressure of your breast.  Just so if you came to me.



I would then feel your warmth as a treetop to the sun;

And my inner quiver from the chill of ill winds would

Subside.  I will feel renewed as nature when exhausted



Like flowers need the touch of spring rain; the dawned

Reddened ridges similarly come aglow by the touch of

Each sunlit ray; even your shadow is a gentle touch to me.



The finger of god and the finger of fate is a touch, however,

Your touch is not as a prod but as a balm to a bruised heart;

Though hardly felt like eyelashes touching, it soothes me.



I feel the soft light of your gaze as a waterfall cascading

As a body wash into extremities that never felt healing touch;

Yes, to be touched by you in this way is a divine elixir.