as if

he asked her, how would you like to be touched…

and she, enraptured, answered to him like that…

i would like you to touch me as if you have to go

somewhere far, far away, and you would like

to remember about each part of my body, with

my velvety skin, and with all my valleys, and

curves that enriched my physique, and enticed you

i would like you to touch me as if you'd be blind…

unable to recognize just with your gaze my shapes

i would like you to touch me as if you'd be mute

and only your fingers can articulate all your words

i would like you to touch me as if your hands

have healing's power on my body, and feed me

with your caresses, and therewith, you quench

your starves and thirstiness with the love in me

i would like you to touch me as if you'd like to dance

with me an invented dance, and as if your hands

are some kind of magic brushes with which you love

to color my silhouette with shiny nuances, [your fire]

i would like you to touch me as if you'd be a sculptor

who has smooth own creative art before being done

for your hands are panacea on me, making me born

forevermore, over and over and evermore and again