Touch Me
You touch me
in ways I didn't recall
that I could be touched -
Not just our skins
or the pressing of lips
nor the sinuity of passion
It is the stirring
of my heart-of-hearts
when we are so together . . .
You touch me
like I'd thought forgotten
frozen away for always -
Yet there begins
trickling of adoration
shifting within my being
Sometimes timid
I am awed, intoxicated
with the tenderness we share
Do you feel me
as I pour into you
Emotions I'd believed long gone
Magic is alive
in this realm we share
nurtured sweetly forth
You touch Me . . .
k.e.cline, 3/28/99