And so you touched my heart still;
I thought I had hardened, had sharpened my skin,
To keep you from piercing that soul from within.
I quiver, I shake, for the sake of it all,
How can one something so simple,
Make me feel so small?
In a delicate way, as a child to its mother,
Your touch makes me drop my defense,
Makes me want to surrender.
I pray for the day when you can touch me in person,
When this love that I’m so sure of is a love that’s for certain.
Please be reaching for me too in this vast empty space,
Please say when we find one another that it will not be in waste.
Of a life, of a land, of a time we could have been,
Together in person,
Your touch with its kin.
Peace, Smiles and Superpowers!