The Touch

I need a boost.

Lift me up, into place.

Would you please lengthen my passions

and strengthen my pace?

I want to break up the trouble.

Consider what’s real.

Peel away layers.

Expose all my fears.

I’m waiting, I’m ready, I’m wanting.

I beg of you,

pretend to get lost in my body.

I grant you permission to stimulate and activate the truth hiding deep within.

I beg of you,

reveal the non-physical within my sensuous form.

Open me up to innate sacred geometric shape.

Prove to me without a doubt that divinity resides here.

I’ve wondered and wandered my whole life.

I’ve waited, I’ve readied, I’ve wanted.

I yearn to participate, cooperate, even instigate,

the change transforming minds caught in time.

For a heart always knows what’s to come

and what has gone by.

Bodies record memory tied in destiny.

And my soul remembers the touch of an angel.