I long for a touch.
To feel warmth upon my skin and hold it in my arms.
I yearn for a touch.
A touch beyond that of the flesh
One that would reach beyond the confines of skin
Warmth that touches the heart and calms the soul
A pair of eyes that steals my life away only to return it in greater portion
My arms are empty and heart is cold in empty winter
It shivers as it is caressed by cold winds
The only sound is the howl of the empty desert
It is alone with naught on the horizon
This desert is of my own making
It can't escape it, I create it with every step
I must be found
Warmth might find me if I let it
I long for a touch
