That daze in his eye when you look at him
Looking at you looking back at him again,
The untouchable touch.
The way he bumps into you every like other day,
Accidentally on purpose so he won’t look so obvious,
The untouchable touch.
How sweet reminders sometimes await on those
Mornings when you’re not at all your best,
The untouchable touch.
He’s so close but so far away that you can almost
Smell the lingering scent of body wash and a fresh shave,
The untouchable touch.
How his opinions sometimes mean more to you
Than those most close to you,
The untouchable touch.
Those subtleties he notices when no one else does,
In the way you dress, your smile, your personality,
The untouchable touch.
The way his words seem to turn your insides out,
Your upsides down, you all around,
The untouchable touch.
How he creeps into your dreams and invades your most
Private of private thoughts, becoming the lead role
In those not so G-Rated fantasies,
The untouchable touch.
How you wake up and have him still on your mind,
Feel his presence although he was never there,
The untouchable touch.
How sometimes you have to carry an extra set,
On those off times when his voice triggers just a little bit of “wet,”
The untouchable touch.
That one glance that always leaves you thinking “what if?”
©Danie Rae
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