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It’s not just touch


It’s not a touch, just for sensation,
It’s something deeper, as the tune,
It’s like a dialogue, conversation
That can revive and to renew.

In every movement there’s a story:
All bones and muscles like a map
To sense unheard and hidden worry
When seems the health is hurt and  trapped.

Sometimes so many scars and sutures
Like traces, hidden deep inside.
They are from past but hurt the future.
They’re the injures, not the pride.

It’s not a touch just for sensation:
In every impulse, every thrust
The kind of dialogue, conversation
Despite at first it’s hard to trust,

To feel and sense your own body,
All that we couldn’t realize,
All that impossible to study.
Just try to learn, just close your eyes.

It’s not a touch or  simple action…
Not every day, just once a month
But step by step it changes reflection
And gives the lightness as a chance.

So, let it be a kind of wonder,
So bright, like that, at first, the prime,
On fingertips and deeper under,
A kind of magic every time.