Touch

Touch is important. The human species needs touch to think, to do, to be. A mother gives her child the warmth of her hugs or a stroke on the cheek to soothe and comfort. The need follows through one's entire life. When deprived of this simple need one's body can fall into disrepair. Pain and anxiety will most definitely result and spirit deteriorates. Sleep becomes elusive and without rest and resurgence the spirit withers even more. Making love is a need like breathing in and breathing out. This body is shrinking slowly and surely. The clothes that adorn it are loose and baggy. Cheeks that used to be rosy and frame a smile become hollow. Touch is important. One can rub one's hand, touch one's own thigh, but all pales in comparison to a lovers tender caress.