Remembering The Old Human Touch

Every finger was made for your delight, to follow the curve of your face, here next to mine. All of your secrets are safe. Can I taste your perfume? Oh I could just linger here for days and melt with you. We can use love on our side. And I could use your affection tonight. Love was made just for us. Human touch. - Kem

It’s 4:22am and I’m up thinking about love. I’m thinking about the rush I felt when my lover was far away and I couldn’t feel the energy of his hand. I remember when I used to watch him in the small moments we had together, imagining what unlimited time would be like with him. The feelings that came over me ran the show. I was overwhelmed with passion and want. I needed him so bad. His human touch. His eyes searching out mine. His loving kisses on my check. It’s 4:29am and I still remember the times when I’d cry for his presence. In our separate corners, we tried to reconnect. Nothing could fulfill the want other than actual human touch. Time was against us as we tried to savor the remaining seconds. Separating was like death. We held on to the last hug like the last drop of water in a desert atmosphere. But it was never enough. We wanted each other too much. It’s 4:34am and I’m trying to live out that passion as it was then. No love has been lost. There’s more of it to grab a hold of. Real love, live in color. The everyday manifestations of it are so apparent. Discovering the present with memories of the past are the desires of my soul. Understanding the need for old passion in the here and now. The daily routine is my enemy. I’m thinking about the human touch that used to be so desperate. Wondering if you can have newness inside of the old. Now that he’s here, I miss it when he would leave. It’s 4:45am and I’m up thinking about love.