When was the last time you were held,
not sexually,
just held, lovingly.
Simple human touch, but more
than a hand on yours,
or on your shoulder; rather
the fullness of an other’s body holding
yours.
The pureness of contact, just holding
and feeling being held. Releasing into
the pureness of being held, becoming
vulnerable. Becoming open.
Letting yourself be held.
When last did the shower of oxytocin and endorphins
cascade down your being releasing in you
the huge, pure sigh of release, letting go.
Pure relaxation.
I would love to give this to you.