Touch

Touch me.
Then let me touch you.
Let me feel the highs and lows,
The mountains and plains,
The uneven scars, blemished skin.
Let me unbutton your shirt.
You can unbutton mine.
But before that, let me get naked before you.
Let me tell you about my darkest fears,
Fears I have told a few close friends.
Let me share those happy moments in my life,
Precious ones, like when I first saw you
And you smiled, the first one to smile at me that day.
Let me share what gave me hope.
Now your turn, you tell me,
Undress your thoughts,
Scatter it around or stack it up in a neat pile.
I'll touch your cheek and tell you,
I'm right here, with you,
Even if a few memories still eat
Your hopeful soul, I'm right here,
Even when you want to soar above and not take notice,
Even when you're tired and want to crash.
Now that we're honest about the real wounds,
Those worthy battle scars and warrior tattoos,
Touch me. Just like I'm touching you.
Or maybe show me, how you want to be touched.
We'll throw caution out of the window
And share the bed for once and take a chance
To actually hold each other,
And to trust each other to simply
Stay.

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Being with someone like him
Makes you feel renewed, alive,
Makes you question
The reality of this time -
Watching him, learning him,
Or trying to learn, it's like
Opening Pandora's box,
So hard to find and keep,
Already fearful to the core,
Expecting demons inside,
And pleasantly shocked
To find angels instead.