Being Touched

Being Touched short poem

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She touches me
I mean when we’re sitting
next to each other
she touches my shoulder
the back of my neck
when we’re home
she comes over
or reaches over
and touches me
here’s how it feels
I feel her love
in her hands
I feel her love
flow into me
from her hands
when she touches me
I never have felt that
before
love
recognizable
familiar
and certain
in the texture
and perception
of my own skin
when touched
by someone
who loves me
now I feel it
all the time
can look at her hands
and see it
feel it

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Bill Eberle

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b. October 29, 1945 B.A. Hamilton College 1967 married to Dagney C. Ernest board game designer, programmer, database designer and application developer, photographer, artist, poet, and free-style dancer
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