Touch me

I stood alone
– Don’t we all? –
Waiting for you to touch me

I wandered alone
Down endless aisles
Yearning for a destiny, any destiny

I whispered alone
In a vacant chamber
Longing to hear someone sing

I dreamed alone
Conjuring lovers
Whose bodies dissolved in the night

I woke alone
My body wrecked
By the rigors of unanswered prayers

But when you touch me
Really touch me
The booming subsides
The calm returns
And the trembling starts
So
Touch me
Really touch me

by Kevin Carrel Footer (Buenos Aires, October 2014)