Nothing Touches Your Touch Poem by Mark Heathcote

Nothing touches your touch or your lust.
The cusp of a kiss, the press of your lips
Skin to skin, what a halleluiah unfolds.
Into an alchemy of silver and gold
Into a fire, a nectar, a honeydew

Nothing touches your touch.
I'm nearly ready to explode.
Like a honeybee in a foxglove
Going blind so tenderly, lethargically sleepy.

Skin to skin, what a halleluiah unfolds.
Into an alchemy of silver and gold
Into a fire, a nectar of honeydew
Into a wave of dreams, a harbour in a storm

Nothing touches your touch.
The world collides inside a web of lilac stars.
And patterns that never fade
Skin to skin, what a halleluiah unfolds.
As your touch keeps out the cold.
It's an alchemy of silver and gold.
It's an alchemy of silver and gold.

Skin to skin, what a halleluiah unfolds.
It's an alchemy of silver and gold.
Skin to skin, what a halleluiah unfolds.
It's an alchemy of silver and gold.

Darling, your touch keeps out the cold.
Darling, your love is a wave, a kaleidoscope of dilemmas and hope.
And I am a boat, sailing one side of a reedbed, rowing to and from the moon's dark side.
Nearly motionless, nearly breathless, wanting you, your love.
Skin to skin, Oh, what a halleluiah unfolds.
It's an alchemy of silver and gold.
It's an alchemy of silver and gold with just one touch from you.
Nightfall or morning, you open my eyes.