touch

 

We touch to be known, accepted,
grow inside ourselves and someone else.
Bequeath our bodies to relish in sensation,
half ourselves, half someone else,
and lost in touch when all is felt.

We are collections of sensations,
self affirming, ludicrous shells of
skin, coursing with electricity. We are
love and fear, acceptance and jealousy,
brazen collections of memory and empathy.