Touched


How unlike me to lay down on flowered pastures

Without a sheet of cotton to separate flesh touching earth

How forgiven for me to be in direct sunlight

Without protection for my eyes or chemical sheath from unseen radicals

How uncomfortable yet exhilarating and so very freeing

I hear the blades of grass whispering

The soft breeze tickling my back

There in the distance shelter from the elements

My hands touch the worn wood as I enter

My lungs fill with the scent of life

I am wrapped in the embrace of serenity

Then you, yes you touch me

I nearly faint from the intensity

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