Poem - Introspective contemplation

Introspective contemplation

My soul reaches out for a hand to hold
Sharing of thoughtsA press of lips
A touch of skin
The intimacy of just being held

My heart feels empty but continues to beat
Yearning
Needing
Wanting
Aching
The simplicity of fingers laced together
The intricacy of limbs entwined

My mind seeks comfort
A place to feel free
To smile
To laugh
To accept me for me

My body cries out for physical intimacy
Brushing of fingers
Caressing of skin
Arms wrapped tight around affection-starved nerves
Fabric to fabric
Skin to skin
Muscle to muscle
Heart to heart

The degree doesn't matter
The touch is what counts