It goes beyond the sexual,

the touch shared in the cover

of darkness,

when the house sleeps.

Comforting and consoling,

a coming home

again

after the battles of life.

Familiar and familial,

like a mother’s

cool cloth

on a fevered brow.

Soothing and sweet,

like a hug

between

reunited childhood friends.

Accepting and willing,

without judgment

or blame,

a blessing to the soul.

The touch of love,

so simple,

yet some search

a lifetime for its embrace;

While others ignore

its gift of abundance,

in the chaos

of self gratification.

A touch, skin to skin,

heart to heart,

mind to mind,

soul to soul.

Touching the essence

of man’s need

to touch the eternal

within us all.