By dawn renee this is my aunts computer
Date: 9 June 2000
Touch
touch
has the hand given her strength that she cannot turn to.
has the child given her bread that she cannot eat.
her smile is a sign of pain chained inside.
feeling the feelings that only depth can touch.
a calling so far away she cannot hear it's words.
but she is touching it's breath
fingers clasped together.
they are tugging and pulling her towards somewhere silent.
he could not feel love if they were not touching.
can they be free and together.
can they be passionate and submissive.
can they be...
her heart is on her sleeve.
his has been swept under the rug.
somehow they are touching.
if need is satisfied by need.
how are any needs ever met?
by his touch (maybe)
if they are together they are apart.
and if she is lost she has been found.
but you can bet somewhere in there they are touching.
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