The Touches of Love

The touch of a finger to the inside of knee

A light sense excites and invigorates me

The brush of my lips to a bare shoulder blade

Can not be bested by stuff that’s man made

An arm ‘round the waist and holding it tight

Tip of my toe on instep so slight

Cheek to breast softly and beat of a heart

Palm on a thigh, a tender impart

Of acceptance and love, of honor, respect

Those touches add meaning we just can’t neglect

They help to ensure that feelings unsaid

Don’t go unnoticed, or devotion unfed

Legs intertwined, just resting at ease

Holding a hand as we drift off in peace

Fully embracing, trying to be one

Alive in the moment.