My hands on your skin make me feel
the same way that I feel when I
walk in the door after not having
been home for months.
Your body is not a time machine,
because that is a stupid metaphor but
you always take me back to the moments
that I have felt most loved.
Touching you is more powerful than
any church revival because you move me in ways that the Holy Spirit never could, and I feel you in the fibers of my being.
We are no longer two separate things,
and that terrifies me because I have never known someone to touch me,
and not leave a scar behind.