“physical touch” by Ella Martin
craving the touch of another,
a need so strong,
senses overwhelm common thought
thoughts become visions,
strong arms encasing a broken body,
a body whose limbs long for loving
the mind reels,
no longer in a passive state,
memories of the past,
anchoring onyx eyes,
fleeting glances, stolen stares,
all becoming imaginary
illusions of ecstasy
the desire ripples,
like shock waves up the spine,
loneliness; for a foreign feeling
invades every raw nerve
vice tightens around a throat,
bruised fingers tear and rip,
clawing at isolation,
a desperation to be loved
bleeding like a gaping wound
wrapped in warmth,
solid stitches of sunlight
knit the folded fabric of flesh together
love, an unwavering beacon
facets of light refract
healing all in its path
hunger for connection,
the presence of another
relaxes the restless heart,
a longing for physical touch,
now cradled in calm