Touch

02-01-2014

Warmth that penetrates a dreary chill,
calls to mind a hope of things once known
as children knowing love, kindness, joy;
which leaping from your soul as an arc
plants this subtle, electrifying pulse
at the center of my own, and permeates
from there concentric outward
through my heart, my bones, my flesh,
and but wanting through my skin.
Yet tempered by your humble,
unwitting might of innocence,
and your curious purity by ignorance retained,
it is restrained within me and transposed
to something heart-wealthy,
something nobler than our creature-state,
that raises up my soul
to the height of Man.