His gentle touch conveyed what words might say
But skin to skin we feel, we learn, we know
That in my heart I felt what he displayed
Into this heart he softly made his way
As if he had a map, to quickly go
His gentle touch conveyed what words don’t say
Like apple blossom in the month of May
The love. the beauty and the breeze that blows
In my heart I recognised his play.
Like a husband loving and still chaste
His hands were guided well both high and low
His gentle touch conveyed what words cant say
Should such love be aberrant,lay waste
Death may come to hearts that overflowed
In my heart I recognised his ploy.
So I kneel down and in my lowness wait
To give new birth alone in desert grey
His lying touch spoke truthfully to cry
That in his heart he aches and cannot pray
How my heart sings 