An old old poem I wrote. Have you ever seen a person who is so fragile that you think they might break at the slightest touch but when you look in their eyes, you see a resilience beyond words?

Something in them touches you to the very core because they are curious but shy, gentle but sturdy, they know it all but appear confused. They are an essence that is fleeting and intriguing. An idea that is contradicting but in sync.

          Touch

This is my touch

Like Poison, Like Love

This is my Touch

Delicate vine on a dry wall

Lightly;

Now here now gone

A shiver from tip to toe

Flickering but alive

Like locks of hair across my face

Interfering and invisible

Dandelions caught in the wind,

Butterfly wings, humming bird's kiss

Eager and shy.

Like a sleepy child;

Confused. Now reaching out then curling back

bewitched and scared

angry and forgiving.

Like Poison Like Love

Now Here Now Gone

This is My touch

-----------Megha(09/07/05)