Secret Touch

With every encounter,
You touch me inside
Places that I thought that no one could reach,
Places that were once dead, but live with your touch.
You are like a ghost, going straight through me,
As if you wanted to touch the deepest depths of my being,
But never harming, only making me feel human,
One of a select few that acknowledge me
One of the few to make me feel alive,
One to make me feel desired,
To not run the blade through my arms,
Or not to do very risky things,
If only I weren’t able to see your face again,
And to feel your secret touch.