
When I touch your hair,
Its gentleness causes me to feel my own;
The fallow ground begins to break;
The richness of my heart’s soil begins to be known.
When I touch you,
I ride the waves of infinity;
I feel the breezes of adventure
And I feel a fire blazing…
Soon to be out of control.
When I embrace you…
I feel the soothing balm I’ve long awaited.
When I kiss your lips,
I feel the moisture of my spirit begin to
Inspire new birth,
Create new tastes
On my emotional palette,
And bring me contentment
Each and every time,
Just like the first time I ever kissed you.
I wonder…
Does it mean the same for you?
Or is it just as it was in the beginning?
Now being nothing more?
Now being nothing less?
What does it really mean to be touched by me?
Is it nothing more than a good sensation?
Is it a few moments of pleasure,
Only to be interrupted by something old,
Or halted by something new?
Where does your heart go when I touch you?
Do you know?
What array of emotions do you feel?
What feelings pause and question:
What is this?
Do I really know?
Do I want to know?
What if what I’m feeling right now is???
I ask how much one’s heart can feel?
I ask how much does one’s heart want to feel?
I ask how much does a heart dare feel?
I ask what must my heart feel that I may know I truly live?
Only you and God know what’s really there.
Only you and God know what you really want.
Only God knows what’s in the heart.
I try to share all that I know, see, think and feel with you
And yet…
Much remains a mystery.
Much remains unknown.
Much seems beyond my reach.
Much seems not to be my own.
The keys often seem hidden.
The questions appear answered only in part;
Yet the will continues forward,
Despite the ache within my heart.
I wish that you could see, and feel all that is meant to be.
Maybe then you’d understand the deep and only me.
The battle for your true self continues,
To know the power of my touch;
You’re not the only one affected,
My heart’s pain is unable to hush.
David Hammock. Copyright © 2009. All Rights Reserved.
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