Those who know my in real life know that I receive and give affection through physical touch – especially hugs. As I have battled my own emotional and relational losses over the past couple years, I have constantly said that I’m like a plant that is not receiving nourishment because I am not being held, or touched on a consistent basis. Scientific evidence proves that humans do need touch like they need food and water.
Touch is such a basic need that people easily forget it or do not see it as a separate distinct essential need. The hunger for touch is a real human need almost as important as food. And just as intimacy can be seen differently from love and sex, though they often combine the two, touch also is an activity in itself and can be a wholly satisfying experience as people who give and receive massage well know. (The Psychology of Touch, http://www.worldpsychology.info/World%20Psychology/VirtualPsyFiles/ ayahuasc2.htm)
My poem Wilt spoke to this need in my own life. Here is another poem on this – as I really needed a friend yesterday and I spent some time just being held …. this is half ‘brain dump’ and half crafted – but I really hope that it can effectively express something that you can relate to.
When we touch, my heart grows roots
Extending into your soul,
drawing sustenance from your essence.
Assimilating affirmation through osmosis,
Your touch feeds me.
My heart gorges on your love
Ingests enough to last the drought
caused by separation, too many lonely nights;
one too many pillow fights between me, myself and I –
a camel rehydrating before desert trek.
So, when we touch, I bury myself beneath your skin
Heart’s seed rests, begins germinating,
Reaching up towards the light reflecting in your eyes.
I am content until my reserve runs low,
And I return to feed again….