Touch

Touch me with the hands of a man who knows what he will do with them.
Like the musician delicately strumming a finely tuned instrument.
Flow over my strings until I bend to your eloquence.
I reverberate a melody, together we exhale a symphony
who knows where one begins or ends
I just know with you
I feel like me.

Touch me with the hands of a man who knows how to love unconditionally.
Adore me as you would a flower you admire, growing wildly.
Cradle my face in your upturned palms,
Come close and breathe my fragrance deeply.
Imprint me on your heart.
Let me be, naturally, so I may grow apart
To embody my full potential
and light the world with my spark.

Nourish me with you devoted gaze.
Gentle Gardner, cultivate me in your embrace.
How you shower me with love
let me count the ways.
I feel as tho I have awoken in heaven since that faithful day
I watched intrigued, as you walked my way.

Touch me with eager hands ready to read a hidden book
Lick your fingers and turn my pages slowly
Savor all that you read
Don't look just see
Hold me gingerly while I tell a tale of grace, growth and glory.

Read me now then re-read me again and again
Until my spine creaks and wrinkles from your intent.
Pages once filled with mysteries
Now lay spent and silent
Before you, who have bent back hard cover and traversed ink seas
To reveal what wonders lay buried beneath.