Touch

Touch
By Penelope Greenwell

Minds explore uncommon spaces
where human hands fail to reach.
Time and distance
are our common shortcomings.
Straining toward
understanding and acceptance;
in that endeavor we come together
more completely than if merely clasping hands.

Touched clean and certain,
not hesitantly.
Balancing on the sure solidity of language,
you use words as anchor
from which thought and dream fly free.
Holding steady, you lean in,
embrace my straining heart,
provide the solace that i need.

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