She's holding her hands close
above me, confidently
not on herself

or on me, what it does to me
when I am touched
by love without physical
intimacy, no marriage bond
or familiar friendship
no wound care, no help
in need, but the flow
of the flowing in me
intangible life

There is what is there, I exist
and feel it's the love
I mean when I think
of love, the love to be
open from head to toe
the soft warmth
of hands on my body
that cherishes me, I am
not alone