Pink Lattes and Lavender Shortbread

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

Sometimes it feels like carrying around a suitcase full of empty promises gathering dust and fighting moths

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

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