Touching Home

You fill me:

Just this time of standing,

foreheads touching,

recharges me

like water slowly filling up

a tall bottle.

I feel the strength flow in,

still knowing that I need more —

need to stand here just a bit longer,

while each moment is exactly what I need.

And when we lie stretched out

along each other,

there are other touch points

where the inrush of your essence

feeds my core.

It’s a refreshment like

swimming in the clear, bright coves

I’m only sure I’ve swum in 

in my dreams —

impossibly perfect,

inevitably pure.

So I return,

feeling the need again

to touch home —

Home to my tender soul,

Home in you.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 2, 2013