Touch and Tenderness, no 11

This is a poem I wrote some twenty years ago:

My skin tingles
with the glow of your touch.
I feel it stir
the core of my being
as the hand of God
clasping cold
distant
untouchable me.

Your trusting embrace
so tender and loving
frees me
from the deep seated fear
of lovelessness.
It’s God in you
who kisses me
who releases in me
a new power of tenderness.

Your face on my face
your lips on mine
my body enfolded
by the curves of your limbs.
As we melt to be one
I seek with you
to have part in Being and Love.

John Wijngaards

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