A touch is many things-
A pat, a squeeze, a gentle caress,
A spark which lights an inner candle,
Flickering impatiently in anticipation
Of yet another and another match.
A touch is communication:
A conductor through which feelings flow,
And unspoken thoughts, too intense for expression,
Leap to make the heart pound
And the eyes soften to gentle beauty.
A touch is your touch,
The touch for which I am continuously grateful;
Your every touch which, for a while,
Makes me a part of you
And you a part of me.
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