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being touched

she touches me
I mean when we’re sitting
next to each other
she touches my shoulder
the back of my neck

when we’re home
she comes over
or reaches over
and touches me

here’s how it feels
I feel her love
in her hands

I feel her love
flow onto me
from her hands
when she touches me

I never have felt that
before

love
recognizable
familiar
and certain
in the texture
and perception
of my own skin
when touched
by someone
who loves me

now I feel it
all the time

can look at her hands
and see it
feel it

from 2012 — Bill Eberle

January 20, 2012     © 2013, Bill Eberle