**touch_Me** Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins

My body is sensitive to the sound of things,
and by the heavy feet walking up the stairs my body is sensitive to the vibrations and energy of you turning the knob to come in, to find me.
It's silent at first.
But slightly I hear you walking around the apartment,
I feel your energy get stronger and my knees get weak,
and the door opens and we meet eye to eye and you touch me.

You touch me from a few feet away and I feel overwhelmed,
That such a being could invade my mind and fit so snug into the hollowness of my heart.
You touched me,
And I felt every emotion from the first day we met and every single problem slip away.
You touched me,
With your eyes I see you see me and I desire your body near me but you looked at me, and you saw me
As I needed you,
This little girl needs you to love me
And teach me,
To nurture and protect me,
And to forever desire me

And touch me.