touch

 a poem about touch

touch
is reserved for
my dreams —
and in my dreams, only.
for in my dreams —
and in my dreams, only —
your hand is in mine
and your face is near mine
and the wisps of your breath
tickle my skin (
and you are mine
).
for in my dreams —
and in my dreams, only —
all that was lost
is returned,
even if just for a night,
even if just in my dreams.