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you killed me
almost as sure as taking knife to heart or gun to head
years and years and years of suffering untouched waiting
you slaughtered me


To touch and be touched is life

A baby feels touch and knows security, needs met, learns connection

A child feels touch and knows acceptance, love, learns assurance

A woman feels touch and knows intimacy, connection, learns love

To touch and be touched is living

Without it...there is no life

Without it...there is no living

I am without touch

C.H. The King

One night with the king changes all the other nights forever
For the king touches and soothes and whispers
He calls the flowers from the fields, the pink and yellow and white
One night in the house of the king in a land of oceans and the heart blooms eternally