Touch
A touch
Can be ever so comforting,
A brief brush of the arm,
A brief grasp of the hand.
A hug.
A touch
Can stir the depths inside
Can touch the surface of the soul
Or reveal a multitude of meanings
Obfuscating the line
Between truth and emotion.
A simple touch
Without meaning, love or hate,
Is nothing,
But it is something.
A touch
A caress upon crying eyes,
A whisper to eager ears,
A pressure on tired shoulders,
A kiss on willing lips,
Entwined hands.
Or a slap.
A kick.
A punch.
A symphony of blows to the one
You hate and love the most.
A tense touch
Between strangers
Between friends
Between once strangers, once lovers,
once friends, now distant acquaintances,
Brushing past each other on a street.
A touch
That goes unnoticed
So light yet so strong
So comfortable and easy
So harmonically aligned,
That it is taken for granted.
A touch can make you jealous,
Love,
Fear, hate, cry.
Every touch leaves an imprint on,
Or has a piece of, the heart.
I think I need a hug.
:7:36 PM: :sugah~plum