How I long to touch you

And give myself to you once more

Touch me

Come, take my hand

Let’s be very gentle

And take care…

Our hearts are made of glass

Stroke my hair

and watch my eyes dissolve

Let me trace your face with fingertips

And kiss your soft eyes

Lay your head on my breast

And “come home”

If we could touch

Just once more

I could live

Again.

— By Helen Lewis