Just one touch

Touching him is always so important to me
It's almost something to live for
I could never explain it

Those little nothing touches
My fingers in his hair
His hand on my thigh
Brushing against each other in passing

It's those moments when
We're in a bar
his hand goes straight to my neck
just under my hair
he pulls me in
just a little

Those moments where
you can feel it

Nothing has to be said
Or done
It's like instinct

Just one touch.


I can't explain it
but I need it
Sometimes I imagine
stitching all of our little touches together. 


Those little touches
turn into love. 





Letters from a Small Town,
Madison