Before my heart beat…
Absorbed within… a total surround.
The cold world, but not the hands of love,
A soft cheek, warm was the breast.
The cuddle of slumber, the lips of care.
Remembrance of youth's awkward grasp,
A hug to a friend, a pat on the back.
The embrace of a crush...
Electricity of anticipation
Always drawn toward touch.
The caress of intimacy,
Full and entwined embrace.
The breath and touch of love,
The gift of giving...
The blessing of receipt.
Full my years, I seek you out.
Look for glimpses of the past… I long.
Without the touch… the warm embrace,
I will die alone.
The cold world once more...
Shannon R Killman
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