To be touched is to be overwhelmed
Sensations forced on me
Flooding my brain with unwanted signals
I become aware of every centimeter spaced between the fingers pressing on my back
Every woven cloth fiber that makes up the shirts on the touching bodies
Every bone under my hands
Every muscle pressed to my chest
Every second passing as I wonder
“Is this too long?
“Is it too tight?
“Am I conveying something beyond just hello?”
When a hand lands on my shoulder, I jump
When arms brush my own, I skitter away
There is safety in the open space around my body.
The transition came when the safety could be found in the open space around another’s body
And when it was conveyed that the length and pressure and existence of touch
Could simply
Exist.
Thank you so much for sharing
I still remember hardly able to breathe when her hand brushed mine.
Thank you.
To be touched is to be overwhelmed
Sensations forced on me
Flooding my brain with unwanted signals
I become aware of every centimeter spaced between the fingers pressing on my back
Every woven cloth fiber that makes up the shirts on the touching bodies
Every bone under my hands
Every muscle pressed to my chest
Every second passing as I wonder
“Is this too long?
“Is it too tight?
“Am I conveying something beyond just hello?”
When a hand lands on my shoulder, I jump
When arms brush my own, I skitter away
There is safety in the open space around my body.
The transition came when the safety could be found in the open space around another’s body
And when it was conveyed that the length and pressure and existence of touch
Could simply
Exist.
Thank you so much for sharing
I still remember hardly able to breathe when her hand brushed mine.
Thank you.