The Intimacies of Touch

It is that most base, primal need

To touch and to be touched,

To experience intimacies

In its rawest of forms.

That need beats through you

Thrumming like a drum in your veins,

Need and desperation twisting together

Trapping those feelings like a vice.

It is so incredibly easy,

To ignore the need, to disregard.

Letting it build up inside of you, until

You are a twisted ball of screaming agony.

Every touch reminds you

That you are touch-starved,

Every inch of you desperate

For the intimacies of touch.

But what happens if you forget,

Forget how to reach, how to

Ask for affection and intimacy,

How to let yourself be so vulnerable?

The scars of the past

Run hard and run deep,

Warping so that you cannot trust,

And yet need intimacy more than ever.

But now you are safe,

You are free to be yourself.

Now it is time to let it back in,

And allow yourself to indulge

You may freeze up,

go awkward and shy,

But inside you are basking,

In the small intimacies you let back in.

There is no need to fight yourself,

There is nothing to defend against.

You can smile, stretch out your arms, and

Simply bathe in the beautiful symphony that is touch.

You fucking deserve it, and more.