Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris

The Wonder of Touch


i run so much that i miss out on touch.
oftentimes, i brush past shoulders of those i know
as to not fully forget
what it feels like when flesh connects.
my sense memory is not enough
to carry me from one day to the next anymore.
my proprioception blinds my perception
so that my sixth sense seeks love by senselessly banging
on unanswered doors
and as a result, my affection bank is overdrawn–
i’m so poor;
surrounded by people,
but i’m so lonely;
loved by many,
but i just need someone to hold me,
to reteach me the meaning of skin meeting skin,
to turn my stone heart and body back
to beating warmth: soft, slow, and genuine.
i want to move with purpose
rather than sprint from here to there,
ignoring the simplicity of something as simple
as touch to let me know i’m still here
and that somebody cares.

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2 responses

  1. malcolmjames

    Isn’t it a real shame that some people, most of us, can be so affectionate with pets, but not with each other?

    December 11, 2008 at 11:31 pm

  2. It is a shame. I guess we can work at solving the problem by reintroducing physical affection into our relationships. We can change the world one hug at a time… (please forgive the corniness–it’s past my bedtime, lol).

    December 12, 2008 at 2:14 am

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