Every night I start to write,
To simply fill these rows with words
That I want to tell you.
The only thing I desperately want you to know is that your touch is calming the chaos from my veins.
That your touch calm the thunders from my thoughts and the hurricane from my body.
That your touch could warm my entire body on a December day.
That your touch is all that I need to survive.
That your touch makes me understand that I’ve got to let go.
Cause I don’t know how to touch you,
And I don’t know how to adore you,
I don’t know how to be with you, without hurting both of us,
Without hurting your touch.
I just want you to know that someday I would want to feel your fingers on my lips, on my hips, or simply on my skin.
I just want you to know how much I love you, enough to let you, and your touch, go.
Another poem about him.
Thank you for your touch.