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Sunday, August 31, 2008

Last Night I Touched You

I gazed intently as your eyes closed and the night shadows revealed the intensity of your delicate profile. You placed your hair underneath your head just as those weary eyes began to quietly close.My mind had never captured that moment before, yet….I was not too late. The eyes of my spirit touched you and you were totally unaware of just how glad you had made me feel and you effortlessly did nothing more than let the memories of the night lie silently and secretly with you and softly with me.

My hands found your long, flowing, golden hair irresistible. You were not awakened but
my finger tips were slowly, tenderly and gently aware of every fiber…inch by inch, each time I combed your locks with my fingers only. Stopping wasn’t a consideration. I could only imagine the end of one stroke and the beginning of the new.

I continued to be anxiously aware of the newness and precision of each blink of my own eyes with eager anticipation of the next, that I might touch you once again with my heart’s eyes. Having you there beside me...

wasn’t anything that was expected. The comfort of knowing you were safe without the fears of the world on your shoulders was ever so satisfying and calming. I had to touch you with the assurance of the moment, for I know that tomorrow is never promised.

I saw the pain of your dilemma and felt the agony of the miles you had walked before you could ever sleep. You couldn’t see the care that I was feeling and was compelled to touch you with but…it was there and it was real. Maybe you felt it when I rubbed my finger tips across your shoulder. I don’t know if you hear them say to you, “I just wanted to know you’re alright,” but they did.

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Each time your body turned in uncertainty, I touched you and said, “Rest easy,” until I knew your fears were truly calmed. After inching closer to me, you finally reached out and put your arm across my shoulder and put your hand beneath my head. It came unexpectedly in the midst of your suffering. But, when it did, I also felt what you didn’t say in words, “Last night I touched you too and I want to touch you again tonight.”

Touching you with my hands last night was only an expression of something more. For a man to touch a woman’s body is no assurance that he will ever touch a woman at all. You may have the touch of my hands but did you sense anything more? My eyes may have touched you but what did you really see? My words may have touched you but life has taught us that words can be deceiving and we can’t always believe everything we hear. All I want you to remember is that last night “I” touched you. For if my soul could dare not touch you, then all you would be left with would be a weak consolation and never know I had touched you at all.