Did You Touch Me?
by: La-Shanta Holloway
Did you touch me?
I know, I know that sounds like a weird question to ask
But, as I stand here in awe-struck confusion, thinking of you,
I can only ask,
Did you touch me?
It might have been that soft caress your eyes brushed on my face as you gazed deep into the heart of me
Or, it could have been that breeze off your breath as you whispered in my ears
With words so soft they crashed into me so hard they drew tears
Could it have been a fathom graze of your fingertips on my skin?
I ask again,
Did you touch me?
I listen daily to your words of endearment
from your mouth to God's ears, bypassing my soul,
my yearning desire, lighting a fire from my toes to the tipy top of my head
Causing confusion and excitement and loss of breath; a light to glean in my eyes for everyone passing by to see,
I need to know,
Did you touch me?
As I sleep and dream, toss and turn
alone in my bed as my core being begins to burn
with thoughts...hopes...dreams
Deep in the middle of the night
Thoughts so clear I awaken in fright
Afraid of what might be, should be...
Could never be between we,
just tell me...
Did you touch me?
As I gaze upon your image floating thru my head
As I wonder with fear, delight, unadulterated dread
As I consider options, choices, that I'm not free to make
As I think of a future that will never be,
I clearly wonder...
When,
How,
Where,
Did you touch me??
© February 2007
