Marsh
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Do We Need Physical Touch?
Do we need touch?
The world would answer, yes.
But my heart learned a stranger truth—
that some souls can live beneath your skin
without ever resting in your hands.
I've felt fingers upon my body,
yet remained untouched inside.
And I've known a voice across the distance
that reached places no hand could ever find.
A touch can warm the flesh for moments,
a kiss can set the blood aflame,
but a soul that understands your silence
leaves a mark no time can tame.
For skin remembers briefly,
like footprints washed by rain,
but hearts remember forever
the ones who eased their hidden pain.
So do we need physical touch?
Perhaps, like flowers need the sun,
a gentle comfort, soft and human,
a reminder we are not alone.
But deeper still, beyond the body,
beyond desire, beyond the rush,
we need a hand that holds our fears,
even when it cannot touch.
For love is not the meeting of two bodies,
nor lust's consuming fire.
Love is finding someone who sees your scars
and stays despite the wire.
And if one day our hands should meet,
let them meet because our souls already have.
For the deepest touch was never skin on skin—
it was two lonely hearts
finally finding a place to rest.
So yes, we need physical touch.
But more than that, we need understanding.
Because a hand may hold your body for a night,
yet only a soul can hold your heart for a lifetime.
Do we need touch?
The world would answer, yes.
But my heart learned a stranger truth—
that some souls can live beneath your skin
without ever resting in your hands.
I've felt fingers upon my body,
yet remained untouched inside.
And I've known a voice across the distance
that reached places no hand could ever find.
A touch can warm the flesh for moments,
a kiss can set the blood aflame,
but a soul that understands your silence
leaves a mark no time can tame.
For skin remembers briefly,
like footprints washed by rain,
but hearts remember forever
the ones who eased their hidden pain.
So do we need physical touch?
Perhaps, like flowers need the sun,
a gentle comfort, soft and human,
a reminder we are not alone.
But deeper still, beyond the body,
beyond desire, beyond the rush,
we need a hand that holds our fears,
even when it cannot touch.
For love is not the meeting of two bodies,
nor lust's consuming fire.
Love is finding someone who sees your scars
and stays despite the wire.
And if one day our hands should meet,
let them meet because our souls already have.
For the deepest touch was never skin on skin—
it was two lonely hearts
finally finding a place to rest.
So yes, we need physical touch.
But more than that, we need understanding.
Because a hand may hold your body for a night,
yet only a soul can hold your heart for a lifetime.
