Touch Me

Touch me....
No...
Not like that.
There is so much time for that!
But not now...
Touch me...
Yes...
I want to feel you...
The fire that lies beneath around within
The flashing warmth of your smile,
The softness of your belly.
Touch me...
I want to feel you...
The silken razor of your thoughts,
The cooing languor of your sadness,
The sparkle silver flash of your enthusiasm...
Touch me...
I want to feel you...
The calm rainy sigh of your exhaustion,
The rhythm throb rumble of your resolve,
The soaring sobbing screaming whisper of your Wisdom...
Touch me...
I want to feel you...
To hear your voice resonate through my
Pulsing veins nerves skull heart lungs...
Seeping into my skin like a cool lotion
Soothing my form where age has flaked
And burned and scarred my grin...
Touch me...
I want to feel you...
Passing through the borders of my flesh,
Beyond the guards of veins
And the wards of bone...
Touch me...
I want to feel you...
Filling my lungs with your Being,
Saturating my blood as it flows to my heart,
So that I may stare within its chambers,
Tingle to your gentle massage,
And tremble at the love which greets me
As you return my quivering gaze
From the wellspring of my life.
Touch me....