Soft beneath my fingertips
I sense comfort for a rest
Hard beneath my palm
A support in which to invest
Coarse beneath my skin
I’m aware I must escape
Smooth to my touch
You’ll warm, as around me you’ll drape
In times without sight or sound
Or lacking desire to smell or taste
Touch is the sense I depend on
For with my hands, I reach out in haste
Submitted to dVerse
Astrid's Words 
Super Tactile
Sensitivity for
me at Least
A Curse
And A
Blessing
to Touch
And
Avoid ToucH too..
Thank Goodness
i Still Can And Will
Close my Hands too..:)
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Good point about touch being dependable.
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I know this well… touch is so importand
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Your poem has a very spiritual quality to it. Well done!
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Very tactile Astrid. Well written. Do not know what you are recovering from, but I pray you get there. Peace… 🙂
…rob from Image & Verse
Touch Me here
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Thanks, Rob
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I love the emotional response to the different textures. There’s a gentle feel to this poem.
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Exploring touch, I was reminded of its importance in my recovery.
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