From the sensitive tips of fingers and toes
To the inner arm and under knees.
Touch is love
is comfort and vulnerability.
You are sensing the world around you
In this very moment
your body recognizes the pressure at your back
as a hand of a loved one,
and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up
as a thrilling chill rushes through you.
Nerve endings always processing
while you go about your daily life
Interacting with the wind blowing your hair
and the rain pelting your skin.
- Author: M.E.M. ( Offline)
- Published: July 12th, 2023 08:38
- Comment from author about the poem: Poem 3/5 of my SENSES series. Feedback/comments are appreciated. Created: 5/5/23 | Completed: 6/9/23
- Category: Unclassified
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