Her Touch

She touches me like no one has before
Her hands are tied directly to her heart
Without her touch, my life is fairly poor
But with her touch, I have the better part
She touches me with more than just her hands
And yet, I feel her still: her heart, her kiss
I feel her as one summoned feels demands
Or one, extremely happy, feels pure bliss
I never knew my senses fell in line
With how I feel when touched by hands that care
Regardless, what’s perceived as “Grand Design”
It’s nothing like the touch, already there
She touches me, and I perceive her grace
Within her hand’s, her heart; it knows its place.

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