Touch My Lips Touch my lips and they will speak to the sweet hollow below your ear. Touch my chest; put your hand flat against it as if to push away-- but don't push away. Feel my heart beat hard. Let nothing be between us but skin we cannot shed. Twine your hand in my hand. See the nest of knuckles? It is like our lives, a jumble, swollen with shared labor. All that we have done and been, let us do and be again. Please--touch my lips. © Dale R. Hobson. All rights reserved.