Touch me � gently so I won�t break �
There � feel me tremble beneath your hand;
As the flower tremors at being plucked �
Knowing its weakness, and fearful
Of being crushed
Touch me � so I�ll feel it and know it
To be you � in that token way
That says �I love you� �
But not too loudly �
There � that�s the tone �
That makes me sing
As the violin
For the master
Touch me � that I�ll find comfort
And trust � in your arms � let all
Pains meet their deaths � at Love�s hands �
And all powers � that I once strove
To hold in my own right �
May you assume all �
As my king
Touch me � one last time
Before I wake �
As potter works on clay, mold
My heart � so deformed, you no more
Recognize the work of your own hands �
I did that � in my own impudence �
I ruined me �
Your masterpiece
Touch me � to rid me
Of those scars � I placed upon myself �
How many times �
I sought you out � not knowing
Who it was � I sought �
And you saw me � in my degradation �
And reached for me �
To know me � and �
To love me