Touch

Beneath your calm exterior

the heaving of your chest reveals

the walled city within.

The cheerful grin you wear

out in open air

belies the vaulted chambers

inside.

Could you trust me to touch you?

Hurt upon hurt has hardened your soul; I know

Crushing blows have caused

your inner child to cease to grow

Caged up and forced to be a man;

my dear one, that was never the plan!

Can you trust me to touch you?

I can see that deep inside

you want to believe in something real

Not only for a fleeting glance

but to taste, to see, to feel

Can I touch you? Can I touch you?

I want to walk beside you

through your field of broken dreams

To hold your hand and lift your eyes;

to make your see who you are

not who you think you were meant to be

Let me touch you! Let me touch you.

I can see that deep inside

you want to believe in something real

Not only for a fleeting glance

but to taste, to see, to REALLY feel.

Touch me. You can touch me.

You can touch me. Touch me