The colors of the flower touched my eyes
like the warmth of summer air touched my skin.  
Like tenderness of your kiss touched my heart,
space between sense and feeling is so thin.

We’ve grown accustomed to this sacred space,
where we don’t notice the weight of the air.
Still, it touches every inch of our self,
a touch so light we act like it’s not there.

The physicality of our senses
is defined by near invisible touch,
of the lights, the colors and fragrances,
they touch like you, but not nearly so much.

A fluttering feather would crush mountains—
no touch is lighter than your fingertips.
Yet no sensation ever had more depth,
than the weightlessness of kissing your lips.

Sound...........
Echo. . . .
Morning begins in a small town..  
Purple skies, mixed in with sunset orange prisms..
Light refractions and the dream's wisdom...

Vision.........
Sight. . . .
Noon passes by under dream skies twilight..
Memories add life to ghost of old friends..
Sound reverberation travels and transcends..

Touch........
Sway. . . .
Evening melodies through end verse of day..
I'm running back to lustless reality..
Somatosensory system overloads dream tranquility..

Sometimes, I forget how to touch.
So close I can feel it
To grab out and steal it
I want to reach out
to clutch

Sometimes, I forget how to touch
My body begs  for the affection
broken , tired, seeking attention
I need someone to say it
To open their arms and tell me
I love you so much.

Sometimes, I forget to touch
I think that the wind can hold me
Wrap its arms around and engulf me
Someone, something
Please come show me
I crave it
I don’t know how else to say it
Sometimes, I forget what it feels like to be touched.

i have convinced myself otherwise.

that all these feelings for you have vanished,
and it did at least for a little bit.

or maybe i just ignored it too well,
but when you grasped my hand.

your touch brought warmth,
and sparked all the forbidden emotions to unleash.

yet i still try to convince myself otherwise,
but these emotions are a good high.

even if you are never mine.

Warm little kisses
To freezing finger tips
Are like burns to me

Why don't You run
Why are You here
What do You want


They do their job perfectly
Thawing out this heart
Making me pliant


What do You need
What is It
What am I to you

Unable to do anything
Limp for your hands
Aching for a touch

Would You break my heart too?

Sometimes I can’t find the words
but I lay with you and rest
and find I don’t need them

It’s all said
in the slow breath and small touch of knees beneath the blanket.

It's dark and cloudy,
up there...
the moment has come,
when I will finally touch you...
like all other times,
you come fall upon me and leave me... then I keep waiting for the next,
monsoon...