• Posted on February 9, 2013 at 11:44 pm

Touch me. Go on. I dare you.
No. Don’t. I want you to touch
because your hand cannot be stayed.

I want your heart to pump the
hydraulics of your arm, with power
to reach, and with precision, delve

and stop. Because you know
what is there and must not be harmed,
and pause. Because you care.

Reach me. Go on. I shall not stay you.
I trust you, but you must believe
that this is exploration, not exhumation

and only by digging deep can you see
that I lie ready, whole, intact, longing
to be touched and brought to life again.

But I need you to want, to reach,
to hope, to welcome, to understand,
to touch. Go on. I dare you.


2013 © Andie Davidson


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1 Comment on Touch

  1. renee.blatchley says:

    Can I be Touched?
    Will I let you Dare?
    Am I Desired,
    Even There?

    Oh touch, oh Touch
    Thou art Aware!
    Oh care, oh Care,
    For I am Fair?

    See Within and
    Look Without!
    Is there Beauty
    From my soul Without?

    Grace to Be and
    Grace to Move!
    Together United,
    Is this now True?

    Courage to Live,
    Now free to Be,
    Who now will See
    That I am Me?

    Will I be Touched?
    Even There?
    Thou now Aware?

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