Your Healing Touch
How can a wound ever heal
When it remains exposed?
Unwashed
Unbandaged
Open to the elements.
How can a heart ever heal
When the memory is raw?
Unaddressed
Unredressed
Open to hurtful recriminations.
How can I ever be whole
When you invade my thoughts?
Your voice
Your eyes
Open the wounds wider.
Why won’t understand
That your love could…
Bathe me
Cleanse me
Anoint me
Bind me
Save me
My love, my life,
I desire
I crave
I want
I NEED
Your healing touch.
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012
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