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Touch
By angelunderneath
It used to be, for me
That a touch would make me sick
And funny how even now
In certain ways
At certain times
A touch can make me cringe
I am sent reeling to a time
When a touch was not my choice
And so without thinking
With unconscious effort
And spontaneous reaction
A touch is pushed away
My childhood self reacts
To a touch that is not wanted
All the while my adult self fights
For comfort
For love
A touch that should be welcomed
Then there are the times
When a touch satisfies the child and the adult
If it is soft and slow and un-frightening
When it is offered
And accepted
A touch that is inviting and unassuming
I can only hope for the day
When a touch will never be scary
The day I can open myself and feel
Without shame
Without inadequacy
A touch that is always fulfilling
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Copyright 2005 angelunderneath
Published on Sunday, January 2, 2005.
Filed under:
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On Thursday, October 27, 2005, Aurora_Light
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wrote:
"A touch that is always fulfilling" this makes me wnat to be held so that i may feel warm and safe. beautiful my dear simply beautiful
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On Monday, January 3, 2005, Dei
(665) wrote:
perfection. You have captured it beautifully. I can feel it, not just from my own expierinces but from the written as well.
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