Touch Me. . .

Lean over and touch
that part of me
that shows you know
where I live.

Love me
in the way
that shows you know
who I am.

Vulnerable
though I be,
trusting I am.

I love you,
knowing the parts of you
you do not know.
Afraid,
yet wanting to touch
the pool of quicksilver

which is your heart.

 

(from my book Psalms of Love )