Heaven is just under the skin

Touching
when words donot say enough.

coming in contact with the spaces
called the skin
under which
each one carries invisibles scars and wounds.

Touching to remind the body
who really lives in there

Touching in you
the drop of water
in which your own ocean
is awaiting to be freed.

What is it to touch, or to allow to be touched
if not releasing
through those pent up rivers of hugs,
of carresses and laughter
the pathways of your soul.

Have you been ever touched by the invisible
as much as the visible?
Is the sky God's skin

Have you known touch as a prayer,
as the most profound hum you have ever heard??

Touching hands, touching silence
touching to listen to your soul.