touch me gently softly i am an idealist illusioned a touch-seeker who communicates through fingertips touch the only language i fluently command sounddeaf visionblind measure me with your palm for this i understand no translation beyond the resonant silence of touch the sighted eye of a nerve i read only texture a cheek a thigh ridged muscle your hand a flower roughened petals opening on my breast touch me for i would know you.
Copyright © 1977,1997 Kathleen Anspach Preddy
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