I wonder if it is the first thing,
I would have ever felt.
The demure touch of my mum's cold fingers,
As she pats me to sleep every night.
The bumpy palms of my diligent dad,
Would always be my first shining armour.
The cozy touch of my little brother in his sleep,
Still tingles my nostalgia to give me prick !
The promising touch my boon companion gives,
When I feel low is all the comfort I will ever need.
The touch that gives crackles on my heart,
The touch of bliss for eternity from my consort,
As he promises me all his love and affection is
After all what I craved for all these years !
Every dab...
Every embrace...
Every clasp...
Is not just a "Touch"...
These are obscure emotions for which
Words would never suffice..!
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