Love needs to touch.
No matter what kind of love it is.
Love without touch is like the sky….full of promise but does not fall.
It’s not love if touching is absent.
If you’ve never been touched you’ve never been loved.
Now here is a question.
If touching is withheld or withdrawn does that mean love has vanished?
IMO
Love does not vanish.
It waits in the body,
a held breath,
a hand that learned the shape of another
and keeps reaching for it
in the dark.
I touch myself…..I love myself.










