Touches can be tough and hard to unravel,
like tangled skeins of thread woven with hard feelings
they pinch and grab until we hurt.
So needy are we for touching connection
we often forego our own protection
against those touches which do us harm.
We must teach ourselves to crochet and knit together
the fabric of our lives with love and self-acceptance
until our skin glows with health and satisfaction.
And if I touch you, then, while my soft skin glows,
my touch will heal your pain and calm your fears,
and together we shall share something of the divine.
I place one of my hands in yours, my lover, my friend.
I place the other over your heart, where our love starts,
and eagerly await the feel of your loving hands on me.
How fortunate are we that we feel silky strands of delight
as we clothe one another in blessed and loving light.
Touch can be tough and hard; but not ours, never ours.
It takes courage to be a soft touch and open our seams
to disclose the person below the cloth masking our souls.
Soft touch is made for lovers and friends, the only touch which mends.
