Touch copyright 1987 by Tracy Marks Physical tenderness makes me whole again when I am aching and disparate. After last night's lovemaking,  all the jigsaw puzzle pieces of my being which had been split apart and jumbled together were joined again in a profusion of warmth, locked in an all-completing, all-pervading unity. But then when the night ended, I felt torn apart forcibly, as if seized from my mother's womb again. All day then I yearned for your touch, attributing to you the elixir which would heal me, until immersing myself in the warm bathwater I experienced the sensuality, the aliveness of my body without you, and felt complete again.

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