The Efficacy of Touch

The Efficacy of Touch

ἀγάπη, ἔρως, φιλία, στοργή

 

(For S.)

A voice

that soothes

like  spring water

filling my cupped hands or

as the curling wave

unfolds

inside my ear.

My spine

 is lengthened

my shoulder

kneaded

All the while

the voice of whispers

like a lover’s

as your small and

moving hands flow

like water

You play my body

like a cello

with fingers

fresh and free

This is a loving music.

In this moment

my knowing

is reduced

to now.

Tactility obliterates

the memory of pain.
Each nerve ending

sings

with longing

and release.

Prostrate,

enveloped

by white light

the brush

of your thigh

is neither

suggestive

nor erotic

but secularly

sensual.

 

You are, you say,

a conduit

for love

as God

not love itself

for me.

 

As I lie

vulnerable,

disarmed

my warrior’s body

now

strangely fragile

you –

my

antithesis.

 

A love flows

shall I call it

eros?

philos?

agape?

storge?

 

All four,

Together?

 

Or none?

 

Love:

unconditional?

sensual?

virtuous?

affectionate

 

But

this love of spirit

which,

you say,

flows through you

flows through me

in return

 

face down

I whisper

Again

And

Again

 

I

Love

You

 

The words disapppear

Through a hole

 

Unheard

Unsung

 

All four,

Together

And none

 

Lost in whispers

And the gentle

Lapping

Of skin

With skin.

Giles H. Sutherland
January 2012