Touching

you reached out,
reached over
reached first

gently
kindly
firmly

unexpectedly

and took my hand. 
 
I liked the soft pads 
of your fingers,
the dark silky hair
the velvet inside
of your wrists

you didn’t grip 
or grab
you touched, 
explored
and moved 
your fingers 
all over 
all through

as we tangled
it tingled

you didn’t care
who bore witness

lightly caressing
the sweetest
bit of careless 
nothing 
but all I could want 
in that moment 

I let go
to explore 
on my own
and my love
you came back 
to find me again

I felt your need  
not easy to fill
but willing to try

I felt the gift
of you

when you reached out
reached over
reached first

touching my hand
in the same beautiful way
you’ve already 
touched my heart. 

~ cj 2012.03.16

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One Response to Touching

  1. cjromb says:

    I wrote this in a moment…and then thought for many moments, trying to decide which way to space a particular section. Here was the other possibility.


    lightly caressing
    the sweetest
    bit of careless
    nothing

    but all I could want
    in that moment
    I let go
    to explore
    on my own

    and my love
    you came back
    to find me again…

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