Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
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"Touch," by Christopher Walsh

by Christopher Walsh, 3/7/2016

There's a chance of pleasure.
There's a place for feeling.
Feeling beyond simple sensing, past sensation —
It waits for that.
It hopes for that.
The nerves are bunched — you know this — maybe you imagine them keeping each other company,
Being there,
being potential,
for huge, flowing, all-encompassing, joyful HEAT.

Nerves don't reach out for each other.
Nerves don't hug.
Nerves are there for when you reach out to another
For when you hug
For when you kiss and mash and grope and envelope someone who wants, also, to kiss and mash and grope and envelope you.
There's a chance of pleasures
— mutual, shared, enhanced —
when you reach another's nerve endings.

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