by Jareth Caelum
Please come and touch my hand. What do you feel?
My skin, the flesh beneath, my pulse, my bone,
You feel the soul of touch, of all that’s real.
Our skin brushes, taste it, it’s all you’ve known,
As though all your skin has touched all of mine,
And you enter the very heart of touch.
A shiver runs through your body and spine.
Sense deeply, handle lightly. Don’t cling or clutch.
Can we ever touch each other complete,
Every last inch of my skin to all yours?
Then what is love? My flesh is the mercy-seat,
The universe seethes under my contours.
Can your consciousness touch all of mine?
Yes, when you have, you’ve touched all the divine.