Touch

If I could but touch–
my wrongness righted
in a moment's liberation
Caress the cheek
acknowledging the misunderstanding
unavoidable
Press lips that would reclaim innocence
to the thunder and rain
incarnate
Would I speak
of NEVER and ALWAYS
the tie that binds–

If I could but touch–

Would skin be as mute as my voice?



--(c)1999 by Issa