like a whisper my hand plants in yours
scared you’ll pull away.
no I pull, no risk, can’t risk
when you sleep sometimes, I steal a touch,placed my hand upon your back but only for a moment. sometimes you reach out to me take my hand I feel life unfolding like a breath knowing it will be gone soon.
what is it that makes your touch so powerful?
it holds me in fear and awe,
i wish for itthat you will snuggle toward me in the night needing me
11/5/2013 – fairway, kansas