When you look at me by stealth
You touch me on my goose skin
When you turn your head
You touch me on my flesh
When you laugh up your sleeve
You touch me on my bones
When you move your slender waist
You touch me on my sinews and joints
When you leave the room
You touch me on my marrow
When you sit still listening to raining
You touch me on my brains
And when you fall into your stony quiet
You touch me on my astral counterpart.
Anyway, you have more ways of being touched by her (?) than anybody I know. ;-)
Ron