Touch Me, Tell Me
Something resides
Deep inside of each of us
Longing to reach out -
To touch another,
To take a lover or
Simply find the friendly presence
In someone else's soul.
We are not whole in isolation,
But broken and hidden in places
Too dark and scary to traverse -
The chasms of the forgotten -
Where rotting hearts lie
And beat their final hopes, dying.
But Touch,
The stealthy connector,
Tunnels through the filth
Allowing the sun to penetrate
The shades of lost and lonely.