Rightly said 'Touch's the most primitive.'
Few touch the life we live.
Few touch our wounded space,
with a big smile on their face.

I laid my hand on you,
felt your void, filled it all.
Filled it with my love for you,
freed from every thrall."

I clasped his hand, that pale one.
Now I knew, it had the light of the sun.

- Landlocked Sailor