Touch me with hands gentle,
hands giving and softly yielding
blessing and the gift of myself
known and thus received.
Touch my heart so it relaxes and unbends,
unfolds and opens up into a million
pieces interconnected and remembered
in the whorls and swirls of your fingerprint’s voice.
I will gentle grow beneath your blessing bestowed
so quiet and alert, so tender, deliberate undaunted,
and rising my heart shall release the Host from
my lips moist and moving simple in communion.
Touch me then with actions become words
and words become kisses and
kisses become kindness
incarnate in the flames so ruby red and warm
and I will then be yours, and captured
bound to you with glances and eyes flashing,
bound unto your heart with trusting hunger
and peace at last singing in every fractured piece.
Charissa's Grace Notes 
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Your poem is soo beautiful.
Thank you, GK
Aw, so very beautiful. š
Thanks Kat
Ahh…so very lovely
Thank you. This one is the third in a triptych today beginning with “This Is Me…” and then segues to “Only Winter Really Knows”. I am intrigued how they twine, webs rimed frosty and cold ā.
I will be rereading them to see if those resonances continue to synch.
Thanks again, for your kind words and even more for reading.
You write beautifully
Thank you so very much
This was absolutely beautiful and soothing and kind. You reveal so much love and kindness in your words…it flows right over to me. xo
I am truly blessed by your seeing eyes and kind yet very strong heart, lil mama
Gorgeous and so touching ā¤
Thank you Lynda
This reads like a prayer ā¤
Thank you sis…I wrote this in a rush, gentle tears poised on my cheeks and hanging there soaking away all that is not of heaven.
I aimed at 3 people and one of them a God