Something in the Touch

Something in the touch.

Instinctively, I respond.
The warmth.  The safety.
A peace that escapes me when I’m alone.
Relaxation.

At times, I feel so isolated.
A candle’s flame in the eternity of night.

I feel your hand, your touch.

Suddenly, my skin jumps to life.
Every motion is magnified, intensified.

Your gentle voice.
The warmth of your breath on my neck.
You play with my hair.

My eyes are closed, but I am not afraid.

I almost wish I could do this by myself.
Fortunately, I cannot.

I open my eyes.
I am surrounded by light.